Chapter 407

“Because I looked just like a fluffy little fox!” she said.

“He was such a good boy, always following me.” She cupped her face, lost in longing and reminiscence.

“Do you still remember him?” The man’s voice, rough and gritty, echoed in her ear.

Xanthea nodded. “Of course, but I never really saw his face. He just left, without even saying goodbye.”

“But I remember his eyes!” she exclaimed. “Like stars in the night sky, twinkling, clear and bright—they could suck you right in.”

“Or, would you get jealous if I say this?”

She turned suddenly, falling into a pair of deep, dark eyes that seemed bottomless, only the pupils shimmering brightly, like stars. For a moment, they seemed to overlap with the eyes from her memory.

“Huh? Oh, you kinda look like him!”

Xanthea shook her head, feeling as if she were drunk.

“Xannie.” Orion’s heart throbbed as he gripped her hand tighter. “But you’re definitely not him. He’s long gone.”

She collapsed into his arms, her breathing even and steady. Orion looked down, his gaze hiding his turmoil and affection, and gently kissed her forehead. “Xannie, I never left. I’ve always been by your side.”

“Pretty Sister! Pretty Sister! Wake up! The sun’s out and shining!”

In the morning, Xanthea was roused by a child’s noisy but innocent voice. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and, seeing a small child clinging to her feet, was stunned. Who was she? Where was she? And where did this little child come from?

Sebastian, seeing her eyes open, happily climbed onto the bed. “Pretty Sister, you finally woke up! You sleep more than my pet!”

“Uncle said to drink this once you’re awake, and you won’t feel bad anymore.” He handed her a mug of honey water from the bedside table. Xanthea drank it, feeling refreshed and much better, her memories gradually returning.

She had ignored Orion’s advice last night and ended up blackout drunk again. But aside from feeling a bit worn out, she had no other unusual sensations. It seemed that Orion, despite his beastly nature, had retained some humanity and hadn’t taken advantage of her while she was unconscious.

“Seb, what pet do you have?”

“Peppal.”

Xanthea almost choked on her water, laughing. She realized this child, like Orion, had a harmless facade but was secretly very sly.

“Where’s your uncle? Is he cooking breakfast?”

He shook his head. “Uncle left early for the office with Uncle Leonard. He said he left you a voice message.”

Xanthea called up the smart home assistant and immediately heard Orion’s voice: “Xannie, remember to drink the tea. Breakfast is in the thermos. Let me know about after your meeting. Take care.”

He’s such a model husband!