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!

even combed properly. She simply tied it up with a polka-dotted hairband, revealing a plain-looking face without

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

Sebastian frowned.

though, he did not

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, orange light shining at him from

that moment, he felt

his brows, “What do

you go out for dinner? How is it that

What’s wrong? There’s nothing left

“No, it’s not that…”

Sasha quickly denied.

course she would not have run out of food. This was her house. She kept it well-stocked.

like she had

and proceeded to worry about what she could make with the

lot of shrimps and pasta dough that afternoon just to

was a picky eater. He was not a fan of seafood, spicy food, and even

I should make him some

was at a

she was thinking about the menu, she had even forgotten that their relationship was in a deadlock at the moment. Just two days

Once something went deep into the bones, even if they kept reminding themselves that they

ravioli for Ian

As for Sebastian?

broth and some homemade rolls, cut up evenly. In addition to that, she even had an orange peeled and

“Dinner’s ready!”

the three kids finally saw food on the table, they all cheered, forks and