Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Unfortunately, Jackson was not interested in the family business at all. Hence, the once successful Blackwood family company was slowly declining under his management. If it weren’t for the intervention of his wife, Sharon, there was no telling what the company would look like now.

Sebastian decided to stop prying into Sasha’s life and just wait for her to finish the procedure.

Almost immediately, there was a flash of pain that struck his head, quickly followed by a numb sensation spreading all the way down his body.

Sasha gave him a cold sidelong glance. “Bear with it!”

Damned woman. I never said I couldn’t take it.

A few needles later, the painful throbbing in his head subsided considerably.

Finally feeling at ease, Sebastian’s mood lightened and he continued to ask her questions. “Besides this, what have you been doing while you were out of the country in the past few years? I mean academic achievement.”

“Academic achievement?” Sasha chuckled dryly. “Mr. Hayes, I’ve been solely focused on surviving for the past few years. I wasn’t on vacation, nor did I have time to pursue an academic degree.”

“So you’re telling me that after failing the university entrance exam all those years ago, you never resumed studying after leaving the country?”

“Yep, I never continued studying. My education level is still at the high school level. So what about it? Do you regret letting me into your fancy, schmancy house? And you even let me treat your illness.” Sasha retorted, her tone was sharp and defensive as she set down the needle.

She hadn’t studied once in the past five years.

top priority when bringing her children to a foreign land would be surviving. Where would she find the time

and the suffering she

she didn’t

acceptance letter to Yartran’s most famous School of Economics, as

Sasha’s hand was nearly bent

in order to confirm something.

What a crazy woman!

clouded over and he

soon leave behind a piece of paper that she’d written his prescription on, and her handwriting on the paper would match the Jetroinian handwriting on the paper she’d

this woman hiding from

slowly grew dizzier with every passing

was still agitated from all the quarrels she’d been through that day. She quickly set down the written prescription on a table and

had enough of this hellish place and never wanted to

opened his mouth and said, “Your request about letting Ian go to preschool. If you can find a way, I’ll let you try it

Huh?

in her

as soon as her children were involved. It didn’t matter how indignant she felt,

“Are you… serious?”