"Orion."
Xanthea took a few deep breaths before she could speak again. She was about to scold him when she saw the dark shadows lurking across his handsome face. Only his deep eyes were blazing with an intense fire, as if he wanted to devour her whole. It was hard to guess what he was feeling at that moment.
Was he angry? Could it be because Benjamin publicly confessed his feelings for her today, challenging him?
"Don't get it twisted!" She quickly waved her hands, trying to clear the air, "I had no idea Benjamin would show up at the award ceremony today, let alone confess his feelings. Ever since that day in the dressing room on set when you both walked into the same changing room, I haven't had any contact with him!"
After saying this, she even pulled out her phone as if to prove her innocence, "Check my phone if you don’t believe me!"
Orion glanced at her phone, his expression growing even darker, "You're still thinking about him?"
"No, it's not like that. I saw you seemed upset, so I just wanted to explain."
"No."
Orion pulled her close, his hands roaming over her soft waist, his lips brushing against her hair.
He was just missing her, wanting her all day. From the moment the award ceremony began, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Not upset? Then why were you so 'fierce' just now? You almost bit my lip off!"
"Can you blame me when you're this beautiful? I'm not mad at him; I'm mad at you. Why did you propose to me?"
She was like, "???" Xanthea was baffled by his triple accusation, "What's wrong? I propose to you, and you're not happy?"
Orion buried his face in her fragrant hair, his voice hoarse with emotion, "I should have been the one to propose."
Xanthea's lips curved up gently, "I said, whoever plants a field of irises for me, I'd marry him. So, the moment you first took me to Xanthea Haven Estate, you'd already proposed. I was merely accepting."
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