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!

and baggy loungewear, with a large, long-eared hoodie at the back. Her shoulder-length short hair was not even

forgotten that she’s the daughter of a noble family? What

Sebastian frowned.

he did not find

very late one night and, when she suddenly

moment, he felt a sense of déjà

arched his brows, “What

is it that none of you has eaten at

else came up. What’s wrong? There’s

“No, it’s not that…”

Sasha quickly denied.

of food. This was her house. She kept it well-stocked. She just wanted to confirm whether he

she had gotten

into the kitchen again and proceeded to worry

deal with. She had bought a lot of shrimps and pasta dough that

story. He was a picky eater. He was not a fan of seafood,

should make him some

at

forgotten that their relationship was in a deadlock at the moment. Just two days ago, they were considering a

people would deceive themselves. Once something went deep into the bones, even if they kept reminding themselves

extra portions of meatball ravioli for Ian and Matteo, just

As for Sebastian?

homemade rolls, cut up evenly. In addition to

“Dinner’s ready!”

on the table,