Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sasha’s hand froze on the door handle as she saw the boy. “Little Ian! You’re up! Why didn’t you go downstairs for breakfast? You’re not hungry? Why aren’t you wearing your jacket?”

Ian looked at her speechlessly and turned to leave.

Sasha was taken aback.

She hastened her steps behind the boy, wondering what he was up to early in the morning. She followed behind him closely as he went towards a hanging garden.

Wow! I can’t believe he has the entire playground in the garden to himself. I guess this is how rich people live.

Sasha brought breakfast over to the garden and put it on the marble garden table as she watched Ian play on his own.

“Little Ian, why don’t we have breakfast first? You can continue playing after you have eaten.”

“No!” Ian shouted.

Gosh, this boy is really giving me a hard time. It’s either he doesn’t talk, or he’s defiant when he does. I hope he’s like his younger brother. Matteo is way more obedient. He takes his meal like a good boy at least.

Sasha went over and squatted down beside Ian, thinking how she should get him to eat. “Little Ian, I’m sure you want to meet Daddy after breakfast? I promise I’ll bring you to him after you eat.”

“Promise?” The boy turned his head immediately and asked.

A smile broke on her face when she finally elicited a response from him.

be cold and uncommunicative, but they are usually extremely attached to one person. From his reaction,

jealousy as

I will replace you in

the garden table and finished the food Sasha made. When Berta came over to clean up,

really finish everything?” she asked, looking around

ate everything. What’s the matter?” Sasha answered on Ian’s behalf as she

too much food? That’s just a normal

Ian had a small

would not eat a lot unless Sebastian

phone and called Xandra. “Ms. Green, you

voice rang from

ground as Xandra clenched the scissors in her

saw it with my own eyes. I lied to Mr. Hayes saying there’s still some food left on the table from yesterday so he could go to work without having to worry about Ian. After he went out, I cooked something simple for Ian. As expected, he refused to eat it. I was thinking it would be a good

tone, it was obvious that she hated Sasha to the bone and could

maneuvered the whetted scissors in her hands agilely, snipping off one flower after another mercilessly until the

Berta called out after a prolonged

fine as long as Ian is eating,” Xandra said, putting down her scissors before

you, I wouldn’t be so nice to her.

you around.” Xandra hung up and threw her