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,

to your family? Your father’s staff was driving

beamed; his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank you, pretty lady. I’ll

going? It’s too dangerous for you to be alone. Let me walk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t

wasn’t about to let that

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

photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in

information about Ian, the

the receptionist in the dust, making his way to the hotel’s restaurant on the

into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father’s

Matteo were

opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of

been raised by Sebastian to

But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling sorry

can’t go home yet, Ian. We came here to look for a cure for

moments. It

brought along today is supposed to

Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to give him the vaguest answer

and finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his

nearly choked