Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Don’t worry. They’re here to ask for some water,” Kristoff, the elderly man, explained. “I’ll pour some for them right now. Right, Darling, where was the honey I collected in the mountains? Where did we keep it?”

“It’s in the cabinet,” came Beatrice’s, the elderly woman, weak reply. She pointed at a rickety cabinet in their rundown abode.

Several minutes later, Kristoff returned to Vivian and Kurt, serving them two bowls of water that had been heavily sweetened with wild honey.

“Please enjoy. You should leave once you’ve quenched your thirst.”

Kurt stared at the proffered bowl in silence.

Vivian hastily received the bowl on his behalf and thanked the old man, “All right. Thank you so much.”

She began gulping the honeyed water with gusto as Kurt stared at her in shock.

She grew up on the finest delicacies in the world, using utensils that cost some families their entire yearly salary, not to mention she’s a borderline neat freak, too. How did she bring herself to drink out of that old, broken bowl?

Kurt was still stunned as Kristoff asked, “Why aren’t you drinking, young chap? Are you worried about the honey? Well, not to worry. It’s clean; I harvested it from the mountains myself.”

“No, no. I wasn’t thinking that all,” Kurt protested hastily before lowering his head.

He gobbled the bowl of honeyed water in an instant.

Meanwhile, Vivian smacked her lips and exclaimed, “It’s so sweet!”

should head back now,” Kristoff urged. “Your mother will be worried if you’re gone for too

had said earlier, an

sets of clothes from you?” Kurt’s ears reddened as he introduced Vivian with a stammer, “This girl is m-my younger sister, and I’m bringing her home for the first time. I’m trying to keep her visit under

understandably confused by

Younger sister?

confusion worked

course! I’m afraid we do not have much to offer, though. I hope you wouldn’t mind some

fine,” Kurt

rummaged in a

elaborated, “Here. My daughter used to wear these. It’s a little old, but it’s still in good shape. Oh, and my son used to wear this. I’m sure you’ll fit in these, young chap. You can

head, Kurt stared at the clothes. He could not repress the

I can’t

he

Vivian approached Kurt and asked gently, “What’s wrong?

head to

“Then wha—”

you want to wear this? It’s a little old,” Kurt barreled right over her question and

question, Vivian

I wear this? How can I afford to be picky

don’t know how to put these on, though. D-Do