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.

for a minute. Oh, do you know who the

father’s staff was driving it when he came home just now,” she

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

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 find you.” The receptionist scrambled out of

about to let

“Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to see

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

principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel

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

suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father’s assistant, “Mr. Scott,

were

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

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

that’s Mr. Ian? I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like

a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t

few moments. It was obvious that he

he brought along

of?” Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to give him the vaguest

his eyebrows together and finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his food. “If that’s the case, then tell

nearly choked