Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Right after he entered the house, he felt warm light enveloping him, as well as the alluring smell of food in the air. Even though the size of the apartment was only a little smaller than sixty square meters, it was very comforting.

What the heck? This dump is actually quite cozy.

He strode into the apartment and sauntered over to the worn-out sofa.

“Daddy, do you want some water? I can pour some for you,” Matteo offered sensibly. As soon as he reached home, he immediately thought of pouring a drink for his daddy.

Sebastian accepted his offer, of course.

At that moment, he took a seat on the sofa. As he waited for his son to get water for him, he took the time to examine this rundown apartment that was not even big enough for his bedroom.

He came too late last night. There was no time to check out the place.

When he woke up in the morning, it had been chaotic, and he missed the chance again.

While the man sank into his thoughts, Sasha had already gone into the kitchen. She heard from her son that the three of them had not had their dinner yet, so of course she had to get them something to eat.

But when she looked into the refrigerator, she found herself running short for ideas.

“You… haven’t eaten either?”

She stepped out of the kitchen, cast a glance at the man on the sofa, and asked him hesitantly.

Sebastian happened to be drinking water at that time. He turned when he heard her, and his gaze naturally fell on her person.

How unsightly!

loungewear, with a large, long-eared hoodie at the back. Her shoulder-length short hair was not even combed properly. She simply tied it up with a polka-dotted hairband,

know how to keep up appearances? Has she forgotten that she’s the daughter of a noble family? What happened to

Sebastian frowned.

though, he did not find it out of

when he saw her appearing before his eyes, his mind drew up a peculiar image. He came home very late one night and, when she suddenly opened the door for him, he saw bright,

he felt a sense of

brows, “What do you

is it that none of

up. What’s wrong? There’s nothing left in

“No, it’s not that…”

Sasha quickly denied.

She kept it well-stocked. She just wanted to confirm whether he really

seemed like she had gotten a definite

kitchen again and proceeded to worry about what she could make

were easy to deal with. She had bought a lot of shrimps and pasta

another story. He was a picky eater. He was not a fan of seafood, spicy food, and even Asian cuisine. So what could she make for

I should make him some

at

days ago, they were considering a divorce.

bones, even if they kept reminding themselves that they did not care of

ravioli for

As for Sebastian?

In addition

“Dinner’s ready!”

finally saw food on the table, they all cheered, forks and knives already in