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

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

“Okay! Thank you,

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 her seat, worried that

wasn’t about to

to see for himself what the real Mr. Ian

a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid

for more information about Ian,

spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to the hotel’s restaurant on the

the perfect gentleman in the middle 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

Matteo were

looked alike, their temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a

to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t

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

a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to be

for a few moments. It was obvious that he

whom he brought along today is supposed to

trying to

his food. “If that’s the case, then tell him not to be so mean

choked on his