Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Mommy!” Matteo’s voice echoed loudly in the ward.

“Matt! My sweet little boy!”

Sasha hugged him tight as she called his name, her voice almost breaking in tears. She could not believe she was holding Matteo in her arms again just when she thought she had lost him.

In the meantime, Ian stood in the distance as he watched the exhilarated lot.

He also wanted to run into his mother’s embrace, but he did not dare to. It was his fault that his brother almost ended up dying, and it was his fault his mother was severely injured.

The guilty child stood still at his place, worried that his mother would not like him anymore and that she would never forgive him.

But amidst the excitement of meeting her two children again, Sasha turned around and blinked her watery eyes, looking for her eldest son. “Ian? Ian, why are you standing there? Come here…”

Sasha already knew that Ian had found out that she was his mother since Jackson had told her about it in the morning.

Ian’s face lighted up in joy when Sasha called out to him. He sped over and plunged himself into her mother’s arms.

Just as the mother and children were enjoying their reunion, a towering figure appeared at the door.

Sebastian’s silhouette was clearly defined under the rays of the setting sun. He had his hands casually tucked in the pockets of his slacks and had his suit unbuttoned, revealing a moss green handmade shirt underneath. He took a step forward into the room, stepping out of the sun before leaning against the wall. His sculpted face did not show a single hint of emotion as he stood there quietly, making the ambiance tense all of a sudden.

Sasha’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Sebastian came in.

here…” she greeted

she was partly to blame for the whole incident. If she had told him from the very beginning

hidden that kid

darted at Sebastian now and again, but he did not even look at her in the

to the table and took up

getting unbearably stiff when Vivian finally spoke. “Mommy, I miss you so much. Look at my face. I’ve lost so much weight because

her mother’s bed and snuggled in her mother’s blanket. The girl poked her head out of the blanket and put her face up close to Sasha so she could have

and stroke

think my little

make me fried chicken when you feel better, Mommy? You always make the best fried

voice could

to promise her daughter, she felt a piercing

with his brows locked when he caught Sasha looking at him. All

could not deny that he did not like that little girl, but every time he saw her being sweet to anyone but him, an unaccountable feeling of anger

do I really

care of her for two days! But she’s never

unwelcoming man and mustered her courage to

care of the kids

she

carefully to see if he

my own kids,” Sebastian replied apathetically, “But since