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.

Autistic kids might be cold and uncommunicative, but they are usually extremely attached to one person. From his reaction, I’m sure he’s very fond of Sebastion. I bet he can’t even live without

lips in jealousy as

I will replace you

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

she asked, looking around at

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

a normal portion for kids.

Ian had a small

not eat a

“Ms. Green, you have no idea what I

voice rang from the other side of the

stalk of flowers fell to the ground as Xandra clenched the scissors in her hand in full force when she heard the

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 chance to ask you

Berta’s tone, it was obvious that she hated Sasha to the bone and could not wait

thought about what she should do. She maneuvered the whetted scissors in her hands agilely, snipping off one flower after another mercilessly

Berta called out after a prolonged

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

very kind of you to care so much for Ian. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so nice to her. But it’s okay, we still have a lot of chances.

see you around.” Xandra hung