“Ah!”
“You scared me to death. Orion, is that you?”
“When did you get back? How come I didn’t hear a thing?”
Xanthea patted her startled chest, exhaling a relieved breath, “What a coincidence, I finally managed to get a break from the film set, and here you are!”
“It’s only ten o’clock, still early. Can I come over to your place for some late-night snacks?”
“What are you holding? Do you have work tonight?”
It had been days since she last saw him, and upon seeing him, Xanthea chattered joyfully, only to notice after a while that the man in front of her had a dark, ominous look on his face, his presence chilling like eternal ice, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Orion, what’s wrong? Did something upset you?”
“So everyone can, but not me, is that it?”
Orion looked at her; his gaze was piercing and cold, reminiscent of the chilling sharpness when he first saw her body in that old crypt.
Xanthea was both puzzled and frightened by his stare, “What do you mean by ‘can’ or ‘cannot’? Orion, what are you talking about?”
However, he didn’t answer her, brushing past her with a chill that felt like a blade slicing through her cheek.
As he was about to enter Room 3001, Xanthea grabbed his arm, “Hey, what do you mean by that?”
“Ms. Nightshade, as a fiancée, do you think it’s appropriate to have a secret rendezvous with another man in the middle of the night?” Orion turned around, his dark eyes suddenly bursting with a chilling intensity that seemed to devour her alive.
Xanthea was stunned by his shout, with a look of total bewilderment on her face.
Why was he calling her Ms. Nightshade again?
Wait, the main issue seems to be “secret rendezvous with a man in the middle of the night”?
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