With Orion’s relentless pursuit and constant entanglement, she must have felt something, right? But her upbringing and principles didn’t allow her to show it.
Why did he neglect and brush her off before, leading her step by step towards Orion, while trapping himself in a quagmire?
None of this was supposed to happen. He needed to set things right, to return to how they were!
He was confident that once he married Xan, everything would go back to normal, just like when they were childhood sweethearts.
”Ding—”
The elevator reached the 13th floor, and Xanthea lifted her head to see Room 3001 across the hall. Through the closed door, she could almost see Orion stepping out of the kitchen, calling her over for a midnight snack with his tender voice. The emotions she had been suppressing finally broke free.
She couldn't wait any longer, not even a second...
She needed to find Isabella, get those photos, expose all of Matthew and Miranda's dirty, shameful secrets, then find Orion and tell him it wasn’t intentional. She hadn't meant it.
At Starlight Media, in the artists' lounge.
Wendy was packing up clothes into a suitcase and pulled out a cream-colored jacket. “Isabella, this one isn’t yours, is it?”
“This is…”
Before she could finish, the sound of the door slamming open interrupted her.
Both turned to see Xanthea standing at the doorway.
She was holding an umbrella, but it seemed she hadn’t used it. Her body was covered with raindrops, her hair was in disarray, and it looked like she had run through a storm. Her eyes were desperate and anxious.
“Xanthea?” Isabella stood up from the couch in surprise.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace