Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Actually, Sebastian had no liking for calzone.

He was a picky eater since he was young. Being a member of the Hayes family, he grew up living a good life. Once he tasted the food and disliked it, the chef wouldn’t prepare the same food again. Calzone first appeared on the Hayes’ dining table that year when Sasha and her family visited them. The Hayes’ had the kitchen prepare this particular dish for them, knowing that they loved Italian dishes.

At that time, Sasha clearly remembered that the boy who was five years older than her had only taken a bite of the calzone.

He said it tasted awful.

Sasha retrieved her gaze as the piece of memory surged within her mind. She cast her eyes downward to focus on feeding her daughter.

A few seconds later, she heard Matteo asking, “Daddy, does it taste good?”

“Not bad.”

This time, Sebastian elegantly finished the whole calzone. Instead of showing disgust, he nodded approvingly at the savory flavor that lingered on his tongue.

Sasha was dumbstruck.

Was I hallucinating? Did he just say that it’s not bad? But I remembered him hating it after just one bite…

In a state of confusion, Sasha fixed her eyes on Sebastian.

As if he sensed her gaze, the man suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting hers.

almost dropped her cutlery. Why do I keep looking at him? I must

instant, she had her heart in her throat. She quickly retrieved her gaze and then helped fetch

a call from the office, and the man hurried off as soon as

suddenly leaned closer to her, whispering

would not admit it no matter

more questions. “Of course not. Hurry, sweetie.

successfully

for their dad. After taking their showers, they rushed to Sasha’s room for a

was more than willing to

tell Matteo and Vivian bedtime stories when they were living together. Now that Ian had joined them, the

bedroom. Later,

a

Sasha was awakened by the continuous knocks

you awake? It’s

was instantly wide awake at the sound of Vivian crying. She quickly climbed out of bed to

outside her room was Vivian in her pink

shedding tears. She crouched down to hug her. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Why are

not used to

mom’s arm, sniveling sadly. “Mommy, I want to go to preschool… with Ian and Matt… but he doesn’t allow

that, she once