My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 489

“Tsk.” Xanthea's brows arched in amusement, murmuring, “Knowing I’m a catch, and yet here she is, daring to steal my husband?”

Leonard glanced at her self-satisfied smirk, quite perplexed.

Another woman was pouring her heart out to her man, and here she was, looking all proud. What was up with that?

She must have only caught the “intelligent and stunningly beautiful” part, huh?

"I know I shouldn't disturb you, but I just can't control my feelings. I’d be willing to be with you, even without any official title."

Roxanne blurted it all out in one go, noticing he was still fully engrossed in the reports before him, seemingly oblivious to her confession, she couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed.

In terms of age, family background, or looks, she really didn't hold a candle to Xanthea, but.

"Actually, we share the same kind of childhood trauma.

Even though I'm the heiress to the MR Group, I've been embroiled in family power struggles since I was little, enduring endless torment from stepmothers and relatives. Surviving till today was all due to my inner strength and a burning desire for revenge.

Such feelings, such lifelong scars and shadows, I bet someone who’s been the apple of everyone’s eye from childhood like Ms. Nightshade could never understand.

Not only do I understand you, but I can also support you in business."

Before her voice tailed off, Orion set aside his reports and took off his headset.

Roxanne's heart pounded unceasingly at his actions, only to meet his slowly lifted gaze, icy and piercing, as if he was looking at something inanimate.

Meanwhile, outside the door, two eager eavesdroppers pressed their ears tightly against the wood, holding their breath, waiting for his reply.