Chapter 122
The soft, sweet scent of Xanthea nestled into Orion’s arms, like a seductive, charming cat, twisting and turning while murmuring playfully in a childlike voice. It almost instantly stirred something within him, a wild, fierce desire shadowing his still infatuated, handsome face.
He looked down at the unknowingly enticing girl asleep in his arms, his warm palm subconsciously cradling her lovely face, inching closer with every breath.
Even in her sleep, she was a little temptress.
The partition between the front and back seats of the Maybach Landaulet slowly descended. Cedric, puzzled, glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Orion leaned in, his eyes intensely focused on Xanthea’s “lips, their proximity almost negligible.
Cedric thought, “What on earth was Mr. Lockwood thinking? Ms. Nightshade was just asleep, not unconscious! What if she woke up to this scene – wouldn’t that turn into a massive uproar? And besides, Ms. Nightshade already had a boyfriend, with whom she was deeply in love. Mr. Lockwood needed to control himself, be careful not to fall too deep and end up unable to extricate himself.”
Everglade, nightfall.
“Hmm.”
Xanthea woke up, stretching her hands and rubbing her sleepy eyes, slightly disoriented as she gazed up at the glittering, beautiful starry car roof.
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What a wonderfully comfortable nap that was not only was the air conditioning just right, the quiet. undisturbed, but there was also a sensation of being held, reminiscent of sleeping curled up in her mother’s arms. She felt utterly safe.
And beneath her was something soft and warm, though next to that was something hard and hot like an iron pressing against her face. She needed to see what it was!
Xanthea slightly turned her body, her eyes meeting a white dress shirt and a faint scent of pine filling her nostrils. She froze, her gaze fixed for a long moment before she suddenly sat up.
Damn!
How did she end up sleeping on Orion’s lap?
Beside her, Orion’s eyes were barely open, his expression calm, his pristine suit without a wrinkle.
Was he asleep?
He must not have noticed her lying on his lap then, right?
Just as she was silently rejoicing, Orion slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze tinged with red veins as if tormented by something, his voice slightly hoarse, “Ms. Nightshade, you’re awake.” Seeing him like this, Xanthea knew she was the cause of his torment.
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She opened her mouth, awkwardly pointing at his legs, “The space in the car is a bit cramped, I didn’t realize I rolled over… did you know?”
“Of course, Orion smiled, “Ms. Nightshade, your body gives out an intense feeling.”
There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he emphasized the words ‘body‘ and ‘intense
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Xanthea thought he was hinting at her weight, which made her grind her teeth a bit.
Wasn’t it because he had locked her in the car? Otherwise, how could she have rolled onto his lap?
“Why didn’t you push me away?”
“I tried, but you were holding on too tightly.”
Xanthea’s mouth twitched. That was undeniable. Ever since she was little, she had a habit of clinging tightly in her sleep, much like an octopus wrapping around her mom or a large Hello Kitty plush, impossible for anyone to peel away.
Geeze, did she do something stupid in front of him again?