Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Ms. Green?

Who is that? She made honey lemonade for that little bore?

Matteo tilted his head curiously and looked at Berta, and then at his father, who seemed displeased about the unwelcomed guest.

“I didn’t ask her to come. Send her back,” Sebastian rejected coldly.

“But she made the honey lemonade herself, and she brought it all the way here, Mr. Hayes. You know how bad Ian’s cough gets in the winter. Only honey lemonade works for him, so why not just let Ms. Green in?”

Berta was trying all she could to persuade Sebastian.

The hard look on the latter’s face softened a little after hearing what she said.

It was true that he had a short temper, but in matters related to Ian’s health, he would always be extra careful. He knew his son’s seasonal cough had long been a bugging problem, so he finally caved and allowed Berta to let Xandra in.

“Hi, Sebastian. Hi, Ian. Y’all having lunch?” Xandra greeted them on her way in.

She was wearing an off-white sweater on top of a beige plaid winter skirt. Without any heavy makeup on her face, she looked a little pale and tired.

“Are you okay, Ms. Green? You don’t look well!” Berta quickly came over and took the bag of honey lemonade from her hands.

cold two days ago,” Xandra assured her, shaking her head as her gaze wandered towards

but Sebastian remained unmoved and continued eating. He saw Matteo looking at

Matteo picked up his

Who is this woman?

cold in the

smile broke across his lips as Matteo

side with her face downcast when Sebastian ignored her. She drew closer to the dining table and pulled

made you a pair of gloves for the winter. You wanted me

someone of Xandra’s standing to make a pair of

exquisite, Ms. Green! I can’t believe you made them yourselves! This is much better than the ones sold in the stores. Check this out, Mr. Hayes,

gloves and went towards Sebastian, who cocked his head aside

that

tense brows relaxed as he retracted his gaze

came over and picked the gloves up before turning towards Matteo. “Ian, why don’t I put them on

wide smile as he reached out his hands

anyway. I’ll just accept them on

for Matteo, a cry came from outside. Someone had

Hayes! I heard Little Ian’s back?