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.

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

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

chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank

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

Matteo wasn’t about

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

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

got home and hacked into the preschool principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the registered address was

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

collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one

Matteo were

patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a

he 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

really do look like him. But is he always as

came here to look for a cure for your father’s

It was obvious that he still cared

along today is

awkwardly, trying to give him

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

nearly choked on