My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 431

"Young master? Young master? Where are you?"

The Lockwood family's housekeeper stepped out of the car, searching for Orion. When he saw him standing on the steps, he was about to run over but was stopped by Theodore.

"Hold on."

He looked at the scene not far away—a little girl was holding Orion's hand, putting a band-aid on him.

Orion had his head down, staring at her as if he were entranced. The usual cold and gloomy aura around him seemed to dissipate, as if he were bathed in sunlight.

And the girl was none other than Xanthea Nightshade, the precious daughter of the Nightshade family; the one Orion wanted.

"What a harmonious scene," the housekeeper couldn't help but smile at the sight. "It's been a long time since I've seen young master like this."

Orion hadn't said a word, but he was completely different from his usual cold and silent behavior. For a moment, it seemed like he was back in the days when Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood were still alive.

"All done!"

Xanthea finished applying the band-aid, instructing him not to get it wet and to change it in a few hours.

Orion twitched his fingers. He looked at the beautiful butterfly on the band-aid and nodded.

Most kids their age were noisy and mischievous, always using childish tricks to get her attention, which she found utterly annoying. But he was quiet and exceptionally well-behaved.

She was tempted to pat his head but paused, then she thought: maybe he was like this because he didn't have parents, or because of the scars on his face.

She wanted to ask if he was the boy they had rescued from the fire, but she was afraid of reopening his wounds, so she held back.

"If anyone ever bullies you again, just tell me. I'll stand up for you!"

She declared, fists clenched with determination.

Orion looked up, seemingly surprised that she would say that.