My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 218

Xanthea carefully dried his hair, with a tenderness that was almost maternal, but the man seated before the mirror, his cheeks warmed under her touch.

Her delicate, soft hands continuously caressed and teased his hair, stimulating a sensitive area that had never been touched before, causing thrilling jolts to surge through his nerve endings, with electric currents racing down to his lower abdomen.

He yearned for more than her touch in his hair.

“Orion, is the heat okay? Do you want me to turn it up?”

“No need,” he tightly closed his eyes to hide the burgeoning desire beneath, “Xan, it feels really good.”

Hearing his suddenly husky voice, Xanthea frowned.

Just a moment ago he didn’t want his hair dried, and now he already showed signs of catching a cold!

“You usually live alone, don’t you know how to take care of yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Yeah? Was there a hint of pride in his voice?

“Why don’t you…”

Xanthea had just wanted to ask why he didn’t go back and live at home, but then she remembered the early scandals surrounding the Lockwood family and the dark childhood when he was smeared and slandered by journalists.

He probably didn’t have any family left a long time ago, right?

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be living alone all this time, and his uncle wouldn’t have been competing with him for the chairman position of the Lockwood Group.

Compassion halted her words. But in the end, she couldn’t help but ask softly, “Orion, are those childhood stories about you in the news true?”

At that, Orion abruptly opened his eyes.

—“You’re a monster! No one raised you! Stay here until your father returns, then I might let you out!”

—“If I could bear my own son, I would have killed you long ago!”

—“Oh, so you fancy the Nightshade family’s little princess, huh? And you even hid her photo. You’re such a pervert at your age. Look at all these scars, do you think you deserve her?”

—“How dare you push me!”

—“Murderer, murderer! Teacher, Orion is a murderer, I don’t want to sit with him!”

—“He’s a monster, with terrifying scars on his chest.”

“It’s untrue.”

Orion’s voice was calm, and Xanthea nodded, “Exactly. These days, unscrupulous gossip media just make things up. Why don’t you sue them?”

“No need. Xannie, do you believe those stories?”

“Of course not! They’re obviously fabrications at first glance.”

“What if they aren’t?”

He cut her off, his dark eyes swirling with deep shadows.