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.

minute. Oh, do you know who the car outside belongs

was driving it when he

round. “Okay! Thank you, pretty

you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t

Matteo wasn’t about to

wanted to see for himself what

of a kid who was transferring

computer to search for more information about Ian,

left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to

collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father’s assistant, “Mr. Scott, when

were completely

their physical features looked alike, their 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 like his father, or maybe

didn’t like being around other people because of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single trace of naivety or immaturity that

look like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled

for your father’s

moments. It

the woman whom he brought along

of?” Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to give

his fork and knife, digging into his food. “If that’s

choked on