Xo Novel
CHAPTER 471
She couldn’t help but stop in her tracks. For some reason, she was reminded of that distant, regrettable childhood promise.
Back then, she had heard someone say that if a couple rode a Ferris wheel together, they’d never part in this lifetime. So, she and Ethan made a pact to ride the Ferris wheel together.
The appointment was to meet at the school gates at 8 PM on Saturday, no bailing. It was those words that led to a tragedy.
After regaining her memory, she often thought that if she hadn’t suggested that promise, she wouldn’t have lost her memory, wouldn’t have forgotten her Ethan, and wouldn’t have led to this series of events.
“Xannie”
A deep, magnetic male voice wafted through the night, making Xanthea freeze, doubting her own ears, as she slowly turned around.
Behind her stood Orion, in a dark coat lifted by the wind, revealing a white iris pinned on his shirt right over his chest.
He was holding a clear glass jar, inside which were hundreds of sparkling fireflies, gathered together like a small moon.
Orion?1
“I’m here for our appointment.”
His voice was clear, his demeanor gentle, with a softness in his eyes that immediately brought tears to Xanthea’s eyes.
“On!” She ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.
Orion hugged her tightly, his face gently rubbing against her soft curls, “Sorry, Xannie, I’m late, more than a decade late.”
“No, it’s not like that.” Xanthea, buried in his chest, her voice choked with emotion
He didn’t blame her, and even after she regained her memory, he hurried here for their appointment, even drawing the iris she had marked for him, just like when they were kids.
Her Ori, how could he be so wonderful? So wonderful she didn’t know how to love him enough to make up for all those years of unendurable waiting.
“Orion, you’re not mad at me?”
“Silly girl, I’m too busy loving you to be mad.”
“You’re so amazing, I don’t know what to do.”
Drion chuckled lightly, his eyebrows lifting in a gentle curve, “Just stay by my side, always.”
“I will, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too.”
Orion tightened his embrace, inhaling the faint scent of her his handsome face dripping with deep affection and satisfaction.
He missed her so much, every day of their separation felt like an etemity, tossing and turning, sleepless, as if enduring a long century, nearly driven mad by longing.
He suddenly admired how he had survived these past decades; if every day was like these last seven, he might have died from longing. From now on, he wouldn’t allow her to be away from him for even a day.
“You’re lying. If you missed me that much, why didn’t you call or at least text me? Even if tradition forbids a call, a text would do.”
“Didn’t Samuel tell you?”
His tone held confusion, and Xanthea caught on, “Samuel? My phone was with him; don’t tell me you texted, and he didn’t say anything? That sneaky man, wait till I get back to deal with him!”
Orion looked down, a secret smile in his eyes, “It’s also possible, it got flagged as spam.”
“Why would that happen?”
“Suspected of being Indecent”
She couldn’t help but stop in her tracks. For some reason, she was reminded of that distant, regrettable childhood promise.
Back then, she had heard someone say that if a couple rode a Ferris wheel together, they’d never part in this lifetime. So, she and Ethan made a pact to ride the Ferris wheel together.
The appointment was to meet at the school gates at 8 PM on Saturday, no bailing. It was those words that led to a tragedy.
After regaining her memory, she often thought that if she hadn’t suggested that promise, she wouldn’t have lost her memory, wouldn’t have forgotten her Ethan, and wouldn’t have led to this series of events.
“Xannie”
A deep, magnetic male voice wafted through the night, making Xanthea freeze, doubting her own ears, as she slowly turned around.
Behind her stood Orion, in a dark coat lifted by the wind, revealing a white iris pinned on his shirt right over his chest.
He was holding a clear glass jar, inside which were hundreds of sparkling fireflies, gathered together like a small moon.
Orion?1
“I’m here for our appointment.”
His voice was clear, his demeanor gentle, with a softness in his eyes that immediately brought tears to Xanthea’s eyes.
“On!” She ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.
Orion hugged her tightly, his face gently rubbing against her soft curls, “Sorry, Xannie, I’m late, more than a decade late.”
“No, it’s not like that.” Xanthea, buried in his chest, her voice choked with emotion
He didn’t blame her, and even after she regained her memory, he hurried here for their appointment, even drawing the iris she had marked for him, just like when they were kids.
Her Ori, how could he be so wonderful? So wonderful she didn’t know how to love him enough to make up for all those years of unendurable waiting.
“Orion, you’re not mad at me?”
“Silly girl, I’m too busy loving you to be mad.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
“You’re so amazing, I don’t know what to do.”
Drion chuckled lightly, his eyebrows lifting in a gentle curve, “Just stay by my side, always.”
“I will, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too.”
Orion tightened his embrace, inhaling the faint scent of her his handsome face dripping with deep affection and satisfaction.
He missed her so much, every day of their separation felt like an etemity, tossing and turning, sleepless, as if enduring a long century, nearly driven mad by longing.
He suddenly admired how he had survived these past decades; if every day was like these last seven, he might have died from longing. From now on, he wouldn’t allow her to be away from him for even a day.
“You’re lying. If you missed me that much, why didn’t you call or at least text me? Even if tradition forbids a call, a text would do.”
“Didn’t Samuel tell you?”
His tone held confusion, and Xanthea caught on, “Samuel? My phone was with him; don’t tell me you texted, and he didn’t say anything? That sneaky man, wait till I get back to deal with him!”
Orion looked down, a secret smile in his eyes, “It’s also possible, it got flagged as spam.”
“Why would that happen?”
“Suspected of being Indecent”