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.

out for a minute. Oh, do you

to your family? Your father’s staff was driving it

beamed; his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay!

you back to 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

wasn’t about to

and he wanted to see for himself what the real Mr. Ian looked

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

to search for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was

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

middle of the fancy restaurant, dressed in a small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one

Matteo were

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

been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single

Ian? I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an

for your father’s illness. Don’t

moments. It was obvious that he still cared for his

the woman whom he brought along today is supposed to

trying to

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

nearly choked on