“Oh no!”
Was she this nervous and flustered all because of Matthew?
Was she scared? Scared that Matthew would be heartbroken seeing this? Or was she regretting getting close to him?
Was she going to choose Matthew over him again?
No, she couldn’t, she absolutely mustn’t!
Xan was his, solely his. No one else should come near, and no one should dare try to take her away!
Not only did he ignore her plea, but he tightened his grip around her even more, almost as if trying to merge her into his very being. The dark shadows of his eyes reflected a morbid, fierce possessiveness.
“Xan, you’re mine, all mine.”
“Orion, let go, please just let go!”
Xanthea frantically slapped at his arms, pushing him away.
She had meticulously planned this for so long, put in so much effort. She was so close to success, just a little bit more. She couldn’t let everything go to waste!
Through the dense smoke, Matthew seemed to hear the commotion and followed the sounds, only to find Orion tightly embracing a struggling Xanthea.
“Orion!”
In a burst of fury, he swung his fist at him, striking Orion so hard that his head was forced to the side.
“Ah!”
Xanthea screamed, looking at Matthew in disbelief. As he raised his fist again, she grabbed his arm, her eyes blazing with astonishing anger. “Matthew, what are you doing? Are you crazy?”
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