Chapter 327
“Mom thinks you look beautiful in any dress, honey, so choose whatever you like.”
“Whatever, this one will do.”
While the people around her were beaming with joy and showering her with compliments, Xanthea’s heart was filled with anxiety and: worry, making her uninterested in the conversation
She had no idea what was happening between Orion and Elenjamin in the resting room. Would they end up fighting? If they did,
Her hands twisted and tumed the fabric of her dress nervously, her anxiety evident, which made Susanna curious, “Xan, is something on your mind?”
“No. I’m probably just tired from Milming this morning” She seized the opportunity to hold her head, pretending to be dizzy, “I feel a bit Fight–headed and I want to go upstairs to rest for a bit”
“Dizzy? Then I go up with you.”
“Aunt, let me do it.”
“No need!” Xanthea quickly refused, just want to be alone for a bit. I’ll come down when the party starts. You guys go ahead and continue with your makeup.”
“Then take care of yourself”
Xanthea ran upstairs, finally having time to call Orion
“Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently busy.”
But after three attempts, there was still no answer
Oh no, oh no, he was not even answering his phone. This was a sign of an impending storm!
What to do? What to do?
She was on pins and needles, with countless terrifying scenarios flashing through her mind. And as luck would have it, the doorbell rang at that moment
“Who is 117”
“I said not to disturb me, I wanted to be alone to…
She imitably opened the door, only to see a tall,
II, commanding figure of a man
His dark lashes slightly veiled his eyes, hiding the depth of his gaze. His whole aura exuded a chilling, hellish intensity.
“To terrifying!”
Xanthea’s voice changed with fright. She wanted to close the door, but the man forced his way in, picked her up, and slammed the door shut
“Orion, Onion, listen to me, its all a misunderstanding, um
Downstairs at Iris Garden Venue, guests were arriving in droves, chatting and laughing continuously, sounding as if they were right next door, visible with just a pull of the curtain,
Xanthea’s dress was torn apart, and she was pressed against the large floor–to–ceiling window, listening to the menacing questions from the man behind her, “Xanthea, you’re quite bold to actually hide someone in the resting room, huh?”
As he spoke, he bit her collarbone. His sharp teeth pressed against her smooth, fair skin. He didn’t bite through her skin, but Xanthea was nonetheless terrified, thinking he was going to bite her to death, her whole body trembled.
“It’s not like that! I didn’t hide Benjamin. He accidentally spilled something on his shirt and went to the fitting room to change. But just as he went in, you came in. I didn’t let him come out because I was afraid you’d misunderstand. It’s not what you think!”
“Oh?”
Onion raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical, “So, it was all a misunderstanding?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Xanthea nodded vigorously, a picture of innocence and honesty, “You misunderstood, you really misunderstood!” “Anything else?”
‘No.‘
Think carefully before you speak
The man’s teeth inched closer threateningly, and Xanthea hurriedly confessed, “Yes, yes, I remember something more!