"Am I right? You know, the kind of feuds among top-tier families like yours always appear on TV dramas, and I've learned how to deduce from them!" Xanthea said with a self-satisfied smirk, only to notice a look on his face that screamed bemusement mixed with a desire to ignore her.
Uh-oh, did she get it wrong?
That couldn't be right. The news had reported multiple times about the early days of infighting and constant battles within the Lockwood Group. It was like something straight out of those historical drama series, always involving sacrificing children. And that scar on his chest must be linked to those struggles, right?
Plus, her theory also fit with how; in a past life she had no connection with him, and he always lurked in the shadows to help her, even avenging her.
Adding to that, she had just asked him to call her Xan, and he hadn't done that, sticking with Xanthea instead. Clearly, Xan and Xanthea were two different people in his mind!
As Xanthea's expressions grew more animated, clearly lost in her vivid imaginations, Orion shattered her fantasy with a simple statement, "The Lockwood family only ever had me as a child."
Xanthea was lost for words. She froze, raising an eyebrow awkwardly, "Oh? Did I save your life then?"
"You remember that?"
Orion smiled, feeling somewhat relieved, and Xanthea scoffed.
"I think you're making bigger jokes than I am. You must be fine then. Let's see what your temperature really is."
As she said this, she swiftly moved her hand towards his chest, but he caught it effortlessly.
"It’s annoying; you're sick, and yet you're still so quick?"
"Enough to handle you."
Pfft! She hadn't even tried her hardest!
"Wait a second."
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