Chapter 296: Chapter 296

“Oh no!”

Was she this nervous and flustered all because of Matthew?

Was she scared? Scared that Matthew would be heartbroken seeing this? Or was she regretting getting close to him?

Was she going to choose Matthew over him again?

No, she couldn’t, she absolutely mustn’t!

Xan was his, solely his. No one else should come near, and no one should dare try to take her away!

Not only did he ignore her plea, but he tightened his grip around her even more, almost as if trying to merge her into his very being. The dark shadows of his eyes reflected a morbid, fierce possessiveness.

“Xan, you’re mine, all mine.”

“Orion, let go, please just let go!”

Xanthea frantically slapped at his arms, pushing him away.

She had meticulously planned this for so long, put in so much effort. She was so close to success, just a little bit more. She couldn’t let everything go to waste!

Through the dense smoke, Matthew seemed to hear the commotion and followed the sounds, only to find Orion tightly embracing a struggling Xanthea.

“Orion!”

In a burst of fury, he swung his fist at him, striking Orion so hard that his head was forced to the side.

“Ah!”

Xanthea screamed, looking at Matthew in disbelief. As he raised his fist again, she grabbed his arm, her eyes blazing with astonishing anger.

“Matthew, what are you doing? Are you crazy?”

Matthew had never seen her this angry before and was momentarily stunned by her shout. Just as he was about to explain, he saw her anxiously turn to Orion.

My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace Chapter 295 “Orion, are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Xanthea saw the bruising on his left cheek, his lips cracked, oozing traces of bright red blood, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Orion took her hand gently touching his face, while blood continued to seep from the corner of his mouth like a disturbingly blooming flower, his intense gaze growing red with emotion. “Xan, tell him, you don’t love him. You love me. You want to be with me.”

Orion, Orion...

Xanthea looked at him, tears swirling in her eyes.

Stop, just go back, please, can you just go back?

Each second of her hesitation was like a sharp blade torturing him, slowly shredding his hopes and brightness into a cold, bleak nothingness.

“Orion, in your dreams!”

“Xan is my fiancée, my love; she has only ever loved me, stop deluding yourself!”

Matthew stepped forward, pulling Xanthea away, but Orion didn’t let go.

He clung to her so tightly that his knuckles were about to crack. In his dark eyes, a mix of unprecedented emotions appeared—fear, pleading, desperation, and utter humility, like a fierce beast exposing its most vulnerable side to the hunter's gun, yet the hunter pulled the trigger anyway.

With tears blurring her vision, Xanthea slowly withdrew her hand. “Mr. Lockwood, I’m sorry, but I think you’ve misunderstood something.”

Hearing her words, Matthew finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Xan, let’s go.”

He pulled her away, but suddenly a hoarse, eerie laughter echoed from behind.

“Hahaha.”

In the murky smoke, Matthew turned back to see Orion’s battered face twisted into a terrifying, ominous grin. He seemed almost fused with the raging flames behind him, his hollow eyes fixed on Xanthea’s retreating figure, as if determined to destroy everything.

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