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.

for a minute. Oh, do you

was driving it when he

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

walk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The

Matteo wasn’t about to let

“Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to see

a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in the photo looked like Matteo, but his name

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

than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust,

into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as

Matteo were

If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic Ocean just

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 of naivety or immaturity that should be found in

do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling sorry for the other

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

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

he brought along today is supposed

of?” Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to

finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his food. “If that’s the case, then tell him not to be so mean to

choked on his