Classic Novel
Chapter 58
“I’ve never tried his cooking,” she said, shaking her head and scooping up a spoonful of Refreshing Delight into her mouth. “Why do you suddenly ask about him?”
“The Nightshade and Martinez union is the talk of Crestwood. Ms. Nightshade, aren’t you set to get engaged to him on October 6th?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
He knew he shouldn’t have brought it up, let alone continue, but he simply couldn’t control himself.
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Xanthea looked at tam in surprise. She thought a business mogul like him wouldn’t care about such trivial high society gossip, yet here he was, knowing the details down to the exact date.
“Yes.”
October 6th wasn’t just her engagement day, it was also the anniversary of her past life’s demise!
That night, dressed in a pristine wedding gown, she had been pushed from the rooftop by a treacherous pair, her blood staining the ground, a sight still vivid in her memory.
This time around, it would be Matthew and Miranda’s turn.
Once the hidden cameras she had installed captured their illicit affair, their engagement day would mark their public disgrace!
The thought thrilled Xanthea. She looked at Orion, recalling their encounter in the cemetery.
To this day, she didn’t understand why Orion had dug up her grave, carried away her body, and killed Matthew and Miranda. But one thing was certain: he too despised that deceitful couple. Since this was
the case, misery loves company!
“Orion, would you come to my engagement?” she asked, her words slicing through the air like a poisoned blade, fears and darkest horrors.
posing his deepest
Orion’s usually gentle eyes suddenly frosted over, turning into a dark, endless abyss, void of any light, sending a chill down her spine.
That look was identical to the one he had last life on the rooftop of the Twin Towers, when he had terrifyingly ended Matthew and Miranda. Now, staring at her, he seemed like a vast vortex, ready to swallow her whole.
Had she said something wrong? His anger was palpable.
Not just Xanthea, but even Sebastian beside her felt the chilling atmosphere. The butler, seeing Orion’s expression, was visibly shocked. Ms. Nightshade, engaged?
What would Orion do?
Orion’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his cutlery, pale as if the bones beneath might show. Only when he caught Xanthea’s startled gaze did he manage to look away.
It took him considerable effort to rise from the dining table, his tall frame trembling slightly as he turned.
“Liam, after dinner, escort Ms. Nightshade upstairs to rest,” he commanded.
The butler, hearing his suddenly hoarse voice and seeing his trembling sleeves, felt a pang of sympathy. “Yes, sir.”
Xanthea wanted to speak, but she was at a loss for words.
She didn’t fully grasp what she had said wrong to cause such a drastic change in his demeanor, turning the once joyful and harmonious atmosphere into the current tension.
Orion ascended the stairs, his figure disappearing without a backward glance.
Consumed by despair and jealousy, he feared that turning around would shatter his last bit of sanity, pushing him to do something irreversible.