My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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Chapter 175 "Am I right? You know, the kind of feuds among top-tier families like yours always appear on TV s, and I've learned how to deduce from them!" Xanthea said with a self-satisfied smirk, only to notice a look on his face that screamed bemusement mixed with a desire to ignore her Uh-oh, did she get it wrong? That couldn't be right. The news had reported multiple times about the early days of infighting and constant battles within the Lockwood Group. It was like something straight out of those historical series, always involving sacrificing children. And that scar on his chest must be linked to those struggles, right? Plus, her theory also fit with how, in a past life she had no connection with him, and he always lurked in the shadows to help her, even avenging her.

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Adding to that, she had just asked him to call her Xan, and he hadn't done that, sticking with Xanthea instead. Clearly, Xan and Xanthea were two different people in his mind! As Xanthea's expressions grew more animated, clearly lost in her vivid imaginations, Orion shattered her fantasy with a simple statement, "The Lockwood family only ever hadas a child." Xanthea was lost for words. She froze, raising an eyebrow awkwardly, "Oh? Did I save your life then?" You remember that?" Orion smiled, feeling somewhat relieved, and Xanthea scoffed.

"I think you're making bigger jokes than I am. You must be fine then. Let's see what your temperature really is." As she said this, she swiftly moved her hand towards his chest, but he caught it effortlessly.

"It's annoying; you're sick, and yet you're still so quick?" "Enough to handle you." Pfft! She hadn't even tried her hardest! "Wait a second." Xanthea gripped his hand, noticing the dense array of prick marks, which were more severe than the ones she got from those thorny roses from obsessed fans.

"Are these injuries from when you worked on the hedge at Marlowe Manor for me?" "It's nothing." Orion casually withdrew his hand, "Just got pricked by the cactus on my desk." Cactus on his desk? He really knew how to lie. Why didn't he just tell her it was from making breakfast for her? Getting the truth about his past life's revenge from him seemed as hard as climbing to heaven.

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"Get the thermometer.

Orion fetched the thermometer; his expression was faltering as he saw the reading, Xanthea snatched it, her face turned pale when she saw the glaring 104°F. "You have such a high fever?!"

She turned to him incredulously. Even he was sick so much he still joked around with her as if nothing was wrong. Was he out of his mind? *Take your 'reducer now, and then go to bed!" Orion looked at the table where the water and medicine were already set, his gaze slightly dimming.

Was she leaving?

Seeing his hesitant look, Xantheal thought he was backtracking, so she angrily grabbed the water and Ο medicine, shoving them towards him, commanding, "Take it now! You promised me, no backing out!"

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