My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 221

“Impossible!”

“Why is it impossible?”

He smirked devilishly, “Phee, from the day you stepped into Ignite Camp, I told you, you’d belong to me, Maximus. You’re mine alone, no matter where you flee, to the ends of the earth or the depths of hell, I will chase you down.”

“Look, aren’t you right here in my grasp? So quiet, so obedient, I like it.”

He loosened his grip on her chin, his slender fingers gently tracing the elegant lines of her face, teasing and toying with her features.

Each touch sparked a tiny electric thrill across her face, stopping at her soft, rosy lips. His fingertips caressed them lightly, his eyes filled with obsession and fervor fixed on them, as if he was about to bite down fiercely.

No, it’s wrong, I can’t, I shouldn’t.

Xanthea restrained her pounding heart and flushed cheeks, turning her head shyly, “Because I am independent, free, and I will never belong to anyone.”

“Is that so?”

He sneered, his eyes suddenly blazing with jealous fury that startled Xanthea, “What about Matthew?!”

“Why are you with him? For thirty days, I set up traps to catch you, and I watched you move in and out with him, sharing meals and living spaces. I was driven mad with jealousy. I wanted to kill him!”

Huh?

Xanthea, who had already been completely drawn into his performance, was suddenly snapped back to reality by his out-of-place mention of “Matthew.”

He’s just reciting lines, why is he adding his own twist?

Did he think blending reality with the role will make it easier for her to get into character?

She wasn’t sure if she was into the character or not, but he clearly was, almost snarling as he spoke, his hand that had stopped moving at her chest now resuming its advance, positioning to tear her clothes apart.

Xanthea glanced down, “?!” Hey, this isn’t part of the script, this crossing of lines was supposed to be glossed over!

“Maximus!”

She shouted, and it indeed halted his movements, “You can’t kill him!”

“Why?”