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.

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

family? Your father’s staff was driving it

“Okay! Thank you, pretty

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 he left the

Matteo wasn’t about

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

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

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

faster than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to the

like the perfect gentleman in the 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 completely

their temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a

Sebastian to act prim and

so that’s Mr. Ian? I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself,

for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to be cured?”

young boy was silent for a few moments. It was

along today is

laughed awkwardly, trying to give him

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

choked on