Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

An hour later, Matteo arrived at the Hilton hotel.

Even though he was smart for his age, he was still a kid, so it took some time for him to arrive at his destination.

Thankfully, he quickly spotted a car in the hotel parking lot that was the same one the men in black had driven when they took his mother away from the hospital. His heart skipping a beat in excitement, he made his way to the hotel lobby.

“Hi, pretty lady! I’d like to ask who that car outside belongs to?”

The receptionist, a young woman, lowered her head to see an adorable five-year-old boy standing on his tiptoes and peeking over the counter. With a fluffy head of dark hair and large, curious eyes, he looked like a handsome young protagonist from a Disney animation.

Isn’t… Isn’t this Ian, the young boy who lives in our hotel’s penthouse suite?

She stammered, “Mr. I-Ian? Why are… you here? Weren’t you just at the restaurant?”

Huh?

Mr. Ian?

Matteo quickly picked up that something was off.

So, he pulled a tall stool over and climbed onto it, resting his elbows on the reception counter as he smiled brightly at the young woman whose cheeks went red.

Oh, do you know who the car outside

family? Your father’s staff was driving it when he came home

his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay!

be alone. Let me walk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The receptionist scrambled out of

Matteo wasn’t about to let that

recognized him as “Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to see for himself what the real

had shown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in the photo looked

more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse

sprinted faster than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making his

into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him;

Matteo were completely

their temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic Ocean just like his father, or

personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single trace of naivety

do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled

came here to look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to be cured?”

moments. It was obvious that he still cared

brought along today is supposed to

laughed awkwardly, trying to give

and finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his food. “If that’s

choked on