Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Being a girl that prioritized her studies over everything else, she rarely cared about others.

However, all of that changed ever since she came across Ian.

Yasmin found herself wanting things between them to return to the way they were at the start. On top of that, she also wanted him to share all of his problems with her alone.

She would feel overjoyed whenever he looked at her, and him being cold toward her would upset her more than anything else in the world.

Yasmin really hated this side of her, but she simply couldn't help it. The fact that Ian went to his aunt first when faced with trouble left her in a really bad mood.

“It's nothing, really. By the way, you mentioned something about him lashing out at you?”

“Yeah... I thought he didn't want me accompanying him, but it looks like he was in a bad mood because of what happened in his family. Am I right?” Yasmin asked with a pout.

Susan simply fell silent as she recalled how Ian had smashed the smartphone angrily in front of her when she got back.

“Susan?”

“Yasmin, I think you should stay away from him in the future,” Susan replied with an expressionless face all of a sudden.

Yasmin froze.

did you just say? Could you say that

Yasmin. I suggest you stop pestering him and keep your distance from him the

me and smashed the phone like that. Heck, he even accused me of making decisions on his behalf! Wait... So,

herself on the forehead in frustration at the thought of that. It was at that moment that she

a few steps when someone grabbed her by the

about, Susan? Could you repeat what you

become extremely stern and somewhat

as she glared at

made myself

most certainly have not! You clearly told me to go all out in courting him! Not only did you give me your full approval, but you even encouraged me and supported my pursuit! Why are you suddenly telling me to stop now? What's

chance, so why is she telling me to

toying with the feelings of others run in your family or something? You Limmers hurt my brother in the past, and

commotion that everyone passing by stopped

and instinctively took a few

That's not it...”