Chapter 235
The young girl’s petite face turned visibly red, much like a tempting peach ripe for picking, her blush spreading from white to a rosy pink; her clear, amber–colored eyes widened with panic and disbelief.
Orion stared intensely at her, his heart racing as he beheld the shy, captivating beauty. He knew his words must have shocked her, given her pure and innocent nature. Yet, he found himself unable to restrain the tumult of thoughts and desires, and vented them through the character.
His thoughts were bolder than those of Maximus.
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“Phee, I miss the days when we were together. Just observing you from a distance, seeing you laugh and frolic was enough for me. During these past five years, I’ve spent every day in search for you, dreaming of your smile every night. But then I would wake up to the realization it was all a dream. Thinking of you tormented me; I was haunted by illusions. Do you know how much pain I was experiencing?”
As he spoke, a twisted light flickered in his dark eyes, which Xanthea didn’t notice. She was still caught up in the shock of what he had just revealed.
Even if it was part of the original script, he shouldn’t have said those things, right? That was creepy! Indecent! Shameless! And he said he would keep it appropriate!
“Phee!”
Caught up in his emotions, Orion suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
Xanthea, taken aback by his sudden action, dropped the silverware she was holding. Feeling the warmth from his muscular chest, she tried to push him away and got back into character.
“I don’t need to suffer anymore, nor continue this unrequited love. I want to have you, completely!”
As he spoke, his large hand moved to tear at her clothes. Xanthea, alarmed, recalled the script where Phoenix slapped Maximus hard..
But faced with Orion’s infuriatingly handsome face, she couldn’t bring herself to hit him and instead bit down on his arm.
Her bite was gentle, her pearly white teeth barely pressing into his skin; her soft, moist lips felt more like to a caress than a bite.
Orion’s dark eyebrows twitched violently, driven to the brink by her unintentional provocation. His eyes darkened further, about to escalate the scene.
Until she spoke her line, quelling the demon within him.
“Maximus, you dare!”
“Why wouldn’t I? You were the one who betrayed me first!”
Orion, seeing her clutch her chest, wary and defensive, felt a wave of anger, “What are you afraid of? Afraid that I might violate you, and you couldn’t remain pure for Matthew?”
Wait, what?
Xanthea blinked; she was thrown out of her character once again.
Why did he replace Prescott with Matthew? She was fully immersed in her role; the replacement was unnecessary.
“It’s too late now.”
“What?”
Orion suddenly scooped her up, pinning her against the large window, “See who’s down below?”
Below the skyscraper, a line of familiar black sedans was parked along the curb. Exiting one of them were two figures with the distinctive insignia of the Ignite Camp killers, accompanying someone–it was Prescott?!
“Prescott!”
“Ah!”
As she called out his name, a hand clamped around her neck.