Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

"Announce what?”

About a minute passed before Ian's rather bewildered voice rang out from the room.

Upon hearing that, Sasha was promptly taken aback.

Huh? Why is he wearing such a perplexed expression?

"Well, your marriage with the daughter of the Lightburn family. Ian, didn't your great-grandfather tell you about this matter back when he sought you out?”

In a flash, Ian's gaze turned chilly.

"What? He only told me that Sigrun wants to come here to study and that her grandfather Is his old comrade-in-arms, so he wants me to take care of her as much as possible when she comes over. When did such a farce occur?"

By the time he enunciated the last sentence, his voice was terrifying to the core. His handsome countenance was also blanketed with a layer of ice that would chill one to the marrow.

Sasha was dumbstruck.

It seems that he really didn't know about this. So, what exactly is Jonathan's problem that he didn't even bother telling Ian about this? Doesn't he know that he needs to respect Ian's wishes since he's already an adult?

She hurriedly coaxed, "All right, all right, since you weren't aware of it, we'll scrap this matter. You don't like Ms. Lightburn, do you?"

"Mom, do you think my taste in women is that horrible?" Ian retorted.

Following that, Sasha burst into giggles. "Haha..."

had her torn between crying and

her, Sigrun, who was eavesdropping outside, had gone entirely pale as

expression had also contorted into a mask of

even know about this arrangement? How's that possible? I only came over because our families measured our compatibility and agreed to the match. Only then was

into such tight fists

in the morning after arriving at the apartment to

space by the time she reached the kitchen. That aside, the fragrance of

You woke up so

glimpse of the girl busy cooking inside upon reaching the kitchen

over her shoulder.

Good morning, Mrs.

God, you're too incredible! When I heard from Vivi that you cooked for them every

in the kitchen actually consisted of both Chanaean and western cuisines, her fondness

she was

likes it! After all, she's

another egg into the pan. "Mrs. Hayes, you should step out first,

I'll help you. By the way, Susan, I'd like to ask whether you know that Ian is sick," Sasha questioned out of the blue, her eyes pinned on the

Huh?

stilled as though frozen in time.

When did that

disappointed to see such a reaction from

told me about it. He said Ian has been very despondent recently and even