Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Is something wrong, Mommy? What happened?”

Seeing that his mother had been away for a little too long, Matteo went into the house to check on her. When he saw how angry she was, his brow furrowed with concern.

Is that bad guy bullying Mommy again? He’s making her so mad.

“It’s alright, Matt. Erm… I want to discuss something with you… Do you and your sister want to go back to great-aunt’s place?”

Sasha knelt in front of her son and kept a tight lid on her emotions as she discussed the matter carefully with him.

There was no point for her to hide now. Her next move was to rescue Willow from the scum’s hands.

It was definitely impossible for her to bring the children along, and she couldn’t leave them here alone, either. It would be too dangerous. She couldn’t rule out the possibility of both children being discovered by the scum.

Therefore, the only way was to send them back to their homeland so he wouldn’t find them.

Matteo looked at his mother and asked, “Go back to great-aunt’s place? Do you mean back to our homeland? Is Mommy coming with us too?”

“Yes, I am. But a little later than you. I will arrange for someone to send you and your sister back first, okay?”

“Okay. Mommy, you must come soon.”

decision in sending

her two children and contacted another trustworthy friend to take

an hour later, at a local

up and dangled on the outer deck. Her friend was crying in fear as she

That monster!

the car, dashed onto the

b*stard! Let go of her now. Why did you tie her up? I’m

have stabbed the monster if she had a knife in her

from the ship

a woman bounded by ropes filled the air. But the crazy man stood nonchalantly with a glass of red wine in his

pressed. His outfit made him seemed even more dashing and domineering. After stepping onto the deck, he sat lazily on a chair that was set out by his men as he turned his

“You’ve finally showed up?”

and

back with you? Fine, I’ll

finished playing

With her fists clenched, she told herself not to argue with a lunatic like

minutes later, Willow was finally released, and

“I’m sorry, Nancy…”

wrists rubbed raw from the tight ropes,

the back. “It’s alright. You don’t have to apologize.