My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 220

Try? To test his ability? But how?

“Ah!”

Xanthea’s imagination ran wild with alarming scenarios. She started flailing about in his arms, exclaiming, “Orion, I misspoke, I misspoke! You’re the best, absolutely the best!”

“Can you put me down, please? I’m scared.”

“No, let’s not ‘try’!”

“What? Why are you closing the door? You beast!”

Despite her struggles and pleas, Orion showed no mercy. He shut the door firmly, tossed her onto the plush bed, and began to undo his tie.

Xanthea watched as Orion started stripping, his presence felt overwhelmingly dominant, like a predator ready to pounce at any moment. She was so frightened that she propped herself up on the bed, her legs shuffling backward as she begged, “No, please no, Orion, I haven’t.”

As the man’s tall and imposing figure suddenly loomed over her, Xanthea turned her head away in despair and shut her eyes. Then, she felt her hands being tied?

Opening her eyes, she saw her hands bound to the bedpost with his tie, cushioned with a silk handkerchief as if to prevent the ropes from cutting into her skin.

“What are you doing?”

Xanthea looked up at him, her eyes filled with indescribable emotions.

“Ready? Let’s start the rehearsal.”

Rehearsal?

His words left Xanthea utterly confused.

Wait, the “try” and “know if he’s good” and binding her hands all part of helping her practice acting, not what she had imagined.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she felt herself utterly foolish.

“What else did you expect?”

“I-I didn’t expect anything but a rehearsal.”