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 outside belongs

father’s staff was driving it when he came

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

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

Matteo wasn’t about to let

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

was transferring to their preschool. The

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

sprinted faster than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the

collar. He

and Matteo were completely different

temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic Ocean just

of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to

as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling sorry for the other

Ian. We came here to look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to be cured?” Luke

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

he brought along today is

trying to give him the vaguest answer

digging into his food. “If that’s

choked on his