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

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

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

father is going to panic if

about to let that

wanted to see for himself what

photo of a kid who was transferring

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

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

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 of impatience

Matteo were completely different

speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was

been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at

But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling

to look for a cure for your father’s illness.

It was obvious that he still cared

he brought along today is supposed

awkwardly, trying to give him the

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

choked