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.

came out for a minute. Oh, do you know who the car outside

belong to your family? Your father’s staff was driving it when he came home just

round. “Okay! Thank you, pretty lady.

the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The receptionist scrambled out of her seat, worried that the boy might get lost if

about to

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

kid who was transferring to their preschool.

the preschool principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the registered

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

tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father’s assistant, “Mr. Scott,

Matteo were completely

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

not talkative, and he didn’t like being 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 trace

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

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

silent for a few moments. It was obvious that

brought along today is supposed

laughed awkwardly, trying to give

and knife, digging into his food. “If that’s the case, then tell him not

nearly choked on his