"Orion's here?"
"Where? Where is he?"
She ran to the railing of the hallway and saw a striking figure standing in the living room.
Today, he was wearing an Elegance Craft Tailored Suit with the crystal cufflinks she had given him. He looked impeccably dressed, elegant, and noble, his grace and elegance making his already handsome features even more captivating.
"Orion!"
She called out happily, drawing the attention of three pairs of eyes downstairs.
"Xannie."
Unable to hold back her excitement, Xanthea ran downstairs in her slippers.
But because she was moving so fast, she slipped on the last few steps and fell forward, "Ah—"
Orion, Ethan, and Samuel, alarmed by her fall, rushed to catch her.
The next moment, Xanthea found herself in a broad chest that smelled faintly of pine, and she contentedly hugged his waist tightly.
"Xannie, are you okay?"
Orion worriedly checked her up and down. Xanthea, nestled in his arms, whined pitifully like a wounded kitten, "It hurts."
"Where does it hurt?"
He frowned and was about to check her ankle, when Xanthea pointed at her chest, "Here, it hurts because I missed you so much!"
Orion paused. Following her hand, his dark eyes softened.
"I missed you too."
"Really?"
Xanthea, wrapping her arms around his neck, was about to speak when a suppressed angry voice interrupted, "Am I invisible to you two or what?"
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