Chapter 302
“I don’t even know when it started. Maybe it was during those days you helped me rehearse my scenes, maybe it was that night at the Marlowe family’s house, or perhaps it was when you made me the first meal, or maybe it was on my coming–of–age day when I looked at you for the first time and felt drawn to you.
The point is, I love you, I really love you so much. It’s all my fault for being too slow to recognize my feelings, for not telling you sooner, which led to me hurting you over and over again. I’m sorry, truly sorry…”
“Orion, please don’t go, okay?”
“I was wrong, I truly was. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Xanthea hugged her knees, burying her face in sorrow and crying, unaware that the elevator numbers remained unchanged after the doors closed.
“Ding-”
As her last word fell, the elevator doors slowly opened again.
Inside, a man looked down at her with eyes full of unrealistic doubts and an almost frenzied intensity.
Was all of this true?
Not a delusion born from his excessive longing and desperate desire?
His Xan, did she like him too?
“Thank goodness, thank goodness!”
Behind him, Cedric and Jacob, hearing the exchange, were thrilled.
So, Ms. Nightshade did have feelings for the boss. It had all been a misunderstanding!
Hearing the sound, Xanthea slowly lifted her tear–stained face, and upon seeing Orion, her eyes lit up with hope again.
She reached out, her eyes brimming with tears, looking at him so pitifully she seemed like a drenched kitten begging to be taken home. “Orion, you won’t leave me, will you?”
In the next moment, she was pulled into a fierce embrace by the man who rushed out of the elevator, as if he needed
his
to
merge her into
being to find peace.
loved him, his Xan loved him, his Xan love him.
He had waited for decades, countless days and nights, and now, this moment was more surreal than any dream.
“Xan, is this real?”
He whispered into her damp hair, his face twisting with pure joy.
“Mm–hmm.”
“You’re not lying to me this time?”
“No, never again.”
Xanthea shook her head, tears falling like rain.
She wouldn’t deceive him again, not ever.
“Orion, do you still want me?”
Orion’s dark brows furrowed, his forehead pressing against her soft one, his piercing gaze burning with intensity. “Silly girl, how could I ever not want you?”
“You are the love of my life, a treasure I ache for day and night,” he said, his voice thick with longing, “I want to keep you all to myself, so only I can see you every day.”
The more he spoke, the deeper Xanthea’s guilt became. Large, clear tears streamed down her face, only to be kissed away by him.
“You don’t blame me? I said so many hurtful things.”
No blame
Not even a little.
Orion kissed away her tears, trailing kisses along her delicate skin, from her dark lashes to her smooth forehead and her perky nose. finally capturing her luscious, rosy lips deeply and tenderly.
Each kiss was accompanied by a deep, satisfied hum, like he was utterly fulfilled.