My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

The ingredients she asked for and the recipe she found were clearly for a birthday spaghetti.

She knew tomorrow was Orion's birthday, and also the anniversary of their mother's death, which was inconvenient to mention. So, she took this opportunity to quietly make Orion a special birthday spaghetti Those two really are a pair of loving couple.

Grandpa used to say, they've had a deep connection since they were little. It was a case of strong affection but unfortunate timing. never quite managing to get together.

Later on, Orion went through a lot of hardships to win her over She had thought Xan's feelings for Orion wouldn't measure up to his for her, but it seemed now that they were clearly made for each other.

"Mmm, crispy texture, tender meat. Orion, your cooking skills have really improved: truly worthy of being called a family chef!"

"Uncle, your grilled meat beats any Michelin-star chef's!"

Leonard and Sebastian sat on the lawn, savoring the barbecue. Soon enough, the plates were empty,

"Uncle, we're out of squid. Can we get five more skewers?"

At the barbecue, Onion kept looking at the semi-open kitchen, the crab he was roasting had burnt, "I'll go check on Xannie."

"Seb, your uncle's soul has been lured away by the kitchen; he's not seeing us. Let's help ourselves. There's plenty to go around."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Octavia and Xanthea came out, followed by a few servants with trays of exquisite dishes.

"Food's ready!"

Holding a food container, Xanthea hurriedly ran up to Orion with her hands behind her back.

Orion put down his grilling fork, "What did you make?"

"Guess!"

"Dessert?"

"You think too highly of me. That's too hard for me."

He chuckled, "But time's up."

"Are you making fun of me?"

She had only experimented a few more times while waiting for her sister to arrive, but she couldn't admit defeat!

"Shall we go to the pavilion to eat?"This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Sure."

At the pavilion, Xanthea had him sit on the bench, teasingly took out the food container from behind her, "Ta-da! Open it up!"

Orion opened it, and upon seeing the plate filled with spaghetti under a sprinkle of greens and chopped onions, his expectant look suddenly froze.

"Haha."

"How is it? Smells good, doesn't it?"

"This spaghetti, I timed it perfectly, not a minute more, not a minute less, and I lifted them out of the pot. And I even added more Bolognese sauce for you."

Xanthea started praising her own work, but then noticed he wasn' reacting just slowly shifting his gaze to his wristwatch.

On the glass surface, the hands pointed sharply at twelve.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it smell good? Or do you not like spaghetti?"

Xanthea moved closer out of curiosity, just as he lifted his head, meating her gaze with with his deep,m obsidian-like eyes, shimmering with complex mix of emotions, almost as craving something profound much like the look he had before every time he was about to devour her.

Xanthea jerked back in shock.

What was he thinking?

She brought him to this secluded pavilion, hoping for a quiet moment to enjoy this birthday spaghetti, not for boys m Chapter 403

Under the dark, windy night, in the small pavilion, perhaps it was time to continue what was left unfinished upstairs.

"O-Orion, I'm waming you I worked hard on this spaghetti. You better eat up, not a bite to waste!"