Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

However, a figure appeared behind her all of a sudden.

“Ms. Wand, where are you going?”

“Ahh?”

Sasha almost jumped out of her skin, instantly halting in her steps to look behind her as her heart raced with lingering shock.

“Oh, it’s you, Berta. I… I’m going upstairs to see if Little Ian’s awake.”

“You’re going up to see Ian? Ms. Wand, he isn’t awake yet, so don’t disturb him. Also, what did you bring here? Why does it look like that?”

Berta, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air, didn’t just prevent Sasha from seeing her son. She even poked her nose into Sasha’s business, asking about the things the latter had placed on the dining table.

Sasha explained, “Those are some pastries and medicinal soup I brought from home. I personally made them for Little Ian.”

“Ms. Wand, I’ve told you before that Ian can’t eat outside food. He’s sick, remember?”

Resentment was written on the housemaid’s face.

reigned in her temper and insisted, “I personally

He did come down with diarrhea because of

brows drew together

sick because he ate the brownies

surfaced in her mind, she remained motionless

food itself was the problem since she was confident in her own skills. However, listening to what the housemaid said, she began to suspect

that couldn’t be ruled

face turned pale, thinking that she had caused

both

tall figure descended the stairs, wearing a black tailored suit over a white shirt. The moment he appeared, the noble and imposing aura he emanated caused Sasha to hold

should be

food over again. I was afraid that Ian’s condition would worsen after eating whatever

complaining about Sasha

Little Ian fell sick because he ate the brownies I made. I-I really didn’t do it on purpose,” she stammered out an explanation, afraid that Sebastian would misunderstand her

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

across the food on the table before returning to stare at the woman who

you that he fell sick because of