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.

days ago,” Xandra

and continued eating. He saw Matteo looking at Xandra and knocked his knuckles against the table.

Matteo picked up his spoon and resumed his

Who is this woman?

doesn’t look like she’s poor though. But why is she dressed like this? It’s so cold in the winter! I bet she’s

broke across his lips as

on one side with her face downcast when Sebastian ignored her. She drew closer to the

take the honey lemonade, Ian? I also made you a pair of gloves for the winter. You

deal for someone of Xandra’s standing to make a

I can’t believe you made them yourselves! This is much better than the ones

who cocked his head aside and took a cursory

were beautifully made. From the design and the details, Sebastian could tell that Xandra

brows relaxed as he retracted his gaze

over and picked the gloves up before turning towards Matteo. “Ian, why don’t

wide smile as

not mine anyway. I’ll just accept them on

when Xandra was done putting on the gloves for Matteo, a cry

heard Little Ian’s