My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 90

Orion suddenly let out a low chuckle, sounding like the collapse of a sob or the relief of having survived a calamity.

He thought she was dead; he thought she was gone.

Xanthea felt a tight grip on her heart as his laughter echoed, and as she tried to say something, a sneeze escaped her uncontrollably.

The lake water was too cold.

"Ah!" Suddenly, she was lifted into his arms and carried towards the shore.

Xanthea instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze fixed on his sharp jawline, reminding her of the day she nearly drowned at Lakeside Manor. He had carried her up in a similar hold, his chest radiating the same burning warmth, yet he had disappeared by the time she woke up.

Many questions magnified endlessly in her mind at this very moment.

Why was he always there when she was in danger? Why did he seem so heartbroken thinking she was gone? Did her life mean that much to him? Was there something special they shared that she had forgotten?

"Oh my God, she's alright!"

"Is this a miracle? The motorbike burned to ashes, and she's unscathed?!"

"Thank heavens, if something had happened to Ms. Nightshade."

Spectators and staff from the “Realm of Illusions” team rushed over and sighed in relief when they saw Xanthea and Orion safe and sound on the shore.

Xanthea was set down, her arms slightly hugging her body, feeling a bit cold and worried about revealing too much in front of everyone.

Without hesitation, Orion took off his suit jacket and draped it over her.

The oversized jacket covered her down to her thighs, both warming her shivering body and perfectly hiding the curves outlined by the wet fabric.

"Thank you," Xanthea looked up at him gratefully, clutching the jacket tightly.