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.

a minute. Oh,

staff was driving it when

round. “Okay! Thank you, pretty lady. I’ll be going

you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he

wasn’t about

him as “Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to

had shown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool.

he got home and hacked into the preschool principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very

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

small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in

Matteo were completely different

was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic Ocean just like his father, or

around other people because of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single

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

go home yet, Ian. We came here to look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your

boy was silent for a few moments. It was obvious that he still cared for

woman whom he brought along today

of?” Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to give him the vaguest answer

his food. “If that’s the case, then tell him not to be so mean to

choked