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.

out for a minute. Oh, do you know

your family? Your father’s staff was driving

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

father is going to panic

Matteo wasn’t about to

“Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to see for

transferring to

got home and hacked into the preschool principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was

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

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 one of impatience as he asked his father’s assistant,

and Matteo were completely

Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic Ocean just like

antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all

Mr. Ian? I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to

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

a few moments. It was obvious that he still cared

whom he brought along today

of?” Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to

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

choked on