Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Frederick, you have misunderstood. I didn’t mean that. I’m just a little surprised that he didn’t tell you about it. But it’s fine. It’s the same now that we saw it. Have some tea.”

Smilingly, Sasha served a cup of freshly brewed tea for the old man like nothing happened.

Frederick was a little startled.

Is she really alright? Did I misread her looks just now?

He wanted to find clues from her expression. However, it seemed like she was fine when she was calmly serving him the brewed tea.

Well, I guess that’s for the best.

He finally stopped wondering about it. When he took over the tea, he asked in a more relaxed tone, “Alright. Since you came back, when are you planning to go home?” He still regarded Hayes Residence as her home.

Sasha lowered her gaze at the mists forming out of the teapot and smiled. “Maybe in two days. I’m thinking of bringing your grandson over.”

“Grandson?” The old man was suddenly excited. “You mean…”

“Yes, we both survived. He hasn’t met you yet, but I believe he would be thrilled to see you.”

Sasha looked at her father smilingly and spoke with a calm tone as if she was talking about everyday life.

How is it common to suddenly have another grandson?

Frederick was astonished.

hands were trembling slightly, and he teared up at once. He tried to say something but only

I have another grandson…

it was time for her to go, so

if there is nothing

Where are

I still have to get back to work. Don’t

and reassured him. Then,

left the

minutes later, Luke finally got a phone call after waiting anxiously

Scott, Ms. Wand has

his throat. “Did she say

panicking and shocked when she saw Old Mr. Hayes, but she looked

Nothing happened?

couldn’t quite

did not show any abnormalities and even told him that she went back

we

hesitated, Luke still went to his boss’ office

I was told that she has left, and she seemed to

Sebastian didn’t respond.

had been waiting for a long time in his bright and

large office desk, and he looked like he was going through the files with his slender fingers. Still, the atmosphere felt

was an occasional crackling of fire

cigarette that was not smoked at that time, but a couple