My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 214

As soon as Xanthea opened the door, she was met with the grim face of the man inside. Fearing he might kick her out, she quickly raised the voice recorder in her hand.

“He’s just here to coach me on my acting, it’s not what you think—I have proof!”

Proof?

Orion’s gaze lingered on the voice recorder in her hand. Without hesitation, Xanthea pressed “play”—

“Are you ready? Once you are, we’ll start.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“The first point is to use the emotional fluctuations in your lines to act out the character’s feelings. Slow, deep tones often move the audience more than quicker, louder ones.”

Thank goodness she had not only taken notes, but also recorded everything with the voice recorder. Otherwise, she would never have been able to clear her name!

“Did you hear that? He was kindly giving me a tutorial, and you twisted it into something else. That’s just too—”

“So, you’re defending him?”

“Am I?” Xanthea puffed out her chest, her tone defiant as she saw no change in the ominous look in Orion’s eyes. “I’m just stating the facts here, you’re the one who’s wronging me!”

“Wronging you?” Orion’s lips twisted into a mocking sneer, his gaze dripping with irony. “And what about ‘Ben’? You do call him quite affectionately.”

“What’s wrong with ‘Ben’? How is that affectionate? Isn’t it normal for colleagues and friends to call each other by their first names? We can’t exactly be calling each other Mr. Jones or Ms. Nightshade while working together every day, can we? If it bothers you that much, I could start calling you Ori, Ori—”

Halfway through her sentence, Xanthea stumbled over her words, her face inexplicably heating up.

Why was it that saying someone else’s name came so easily, but uttering his felt so awkward, even shameful?

Orion caught the fleeting signs of guilt and panic on her face, his grip tightening on the folder in his hand until it buckled, causing dozens of photos to spill out.

“What’s the matter? Ms. Nightshade can’t continue her story?”

Following the sound, Xanthea’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the photos scattered on the floor, depicting her and Ben in various poses together.

She bent down, picking up one of the photos.

Even though Benjamin’s image in the photo was punched through with a big hole, it was clear they were hugging!

Her eyes widened.