My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 271

"Why?!"

Isabella stomped her foot on the ground in frustration, utterly infuriated by the result.

Why? Why despite giving it her all, she still couldn't win over Xanthea? It had always been this way, and it seemed like it would always be. Or had she made a mistake in even trying to compete with her in the first place?

"Ah."

Exhausted, Xanthea lay sprawled on the artificial turf, squinting under the glaring sun, and sighed in relief.

That was exhausting. Winning had never been so tough!

How much must Isabella resent her to be so relentless? Thankfully, a firm belief had always sustained her.

As she pondered, that "belief" approached—a tall, imposing figure casting a shadow over her, blocking the sun.

He was truly more radiant than the sun itself. Was he a reincarnation of Apollo perhaps?

Orion bent down, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

Xanthea meant to protest about showing such affections in front of the cameras, but she couldn't resist his focused, intense gaze, and found herself drowning in his tenderness.

Orion gently dabbed the sparkling sweat from her flushed cheeks, his deep eyes brimming with compassion and a fervent desire to pull her into his arms and kiss her until they were both breathless.

"Mr. Lockwood, I won!"

"Yes, you're the best,"

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you at first, I was wrong." Guilt welled up in Xanthea's eyes, "If I get another chance, I'll definitely choose you!"