âDonât move!â
Orion grabbed her wrist and pulled out a first aid kit from the storage compartment.
âI told you, I donât need your help!â
Xantheaâs injured arm was firmly in his grasp, leaving her no choice but to use her other hand to push him away. However, as their car passed through the toll booth, it suddenly braked, causing her to lurch forward into him.
âOof!â
The girlâs slender, soft body suddenly crashed into his arms, stirring a surge of excitement in the manâs heart.
Orion couldnât help but wrap his arms around her.
A familiar scent of pine filled his nostrils, mingling with the powerful, chaotic beating of his heart and a warmth so intense it felt as if it could melt him.
Flashes of him rescuing her from dark graves and icy waters flickered through Xantheaâs mind.
But in an instant, those scenes shifted to him ruthlessly eliminating her at an audition, and just moments ago, sarcastically mocking her for being deserving of stalkersâ chase.
These fluctuating, unpredictable facesâwhich one was the real him?
Deceiving her feelings, making her trust him as the most special friend in her life besides her family, only to douse her with cold reality. Then, as if nothing had happened, showering her with sweet words, feigning concern as if his treatment depended solely on his mood, not right or wrong. Did he really see her as just a pet to play with?
With these thoughts in mind, she opened her mouth and fiercely into his well-defined collarbone.
Her soft, moist lips touched his skin. Orionâs body jolted as if electrified, his dark pupils momentarily scattered in sensation. He felt no pain from the bite, only tightening his arms around her, wanting to press her deeper into his embrace, deeper, until he could embed her into his body.
Xan...
With a retaliatory bite, Xanthea thought he would be furious, push her away, and reveal his true cruel nature.
But unexpectedly, he held her down tighter and tighter, so much that she couldnât breathe. While holding her tightly, he gently stroked her back, as if comforting an aggrieved child.
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This despicable man, was he trying to suffocate her?
She pushed him away with force, only to see the man beneath her with slightly closed eyes and a slight smile on his lips. His handsome face showed no sign of pain or anger, but rather a deep sense of comfort and pleasure.
Was she seeing things?
Or had he become so enraged that he lost control of his expression?
Orion slowly opened his eyes, his gaze tinged with a mischievous warmth. âFeel better now?â
His tone sounded indulgent and pleased, devoid of any trace of anger.
Xanthea turned her face away, unwilling to pay him any attention.
Was this man made of iron and steel?
He didnât react at all to being bitten. No wonder he had taken that heavy stone for her back then and hadnât mentioned it since.
âIf Ms. Nightshade isnât angry anymore, Iâll remove the thorn. It might get infected and fester if left too long.â
Fester?!
Upon hearing this, Xanthea panicked.
Seeing her place her arm on the back of the chair and obediently remain still, Orionâs lips curved slightly. He opened the first aid kit and pulled out small tweezers, iodine, cotton balls, and medical gauze.
âAre you sure you can do this?â
Xanthea eyed his orderly actions nervously. Orion looked up, locking eyes with her deeply, âYouâll know soon enough if I can, Ms. Nightshade.â
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