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

beamed; his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank

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

Matteo wasn’t about to let that

to

was transferring to their preschool.

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

left the receptionist in the

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

Matteo were completely different

were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing

didn’t like being around other people because of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and

But is he always as uptight like an old

Ian. We came here to look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t

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

whom he brought along

trying to give him the vaguest answer

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

choked on his