Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sebastian said nothing.

But his gaze fell sternly and steadily on her face for the first time in so many years.

When exactly did he start hating her?

If he remembered correctly, when he was around the age of ten, the Wand family moved into town out of the blue. They were originally from the North. Soon after that, Mr. and Mrs. Wand brought Sasha, who was only five years old then, to meet the Hayes. Young Sebastian was told that the girl would be his future wife.

At that time, a ten-year-old boy had yet to grasp the meaning of love.

But, on that day, he saw with his own eyes how her parents rejoiced at the arrangement. The look of pleasure on their faces, and the way the little girl gawked at him…

They filled him with disgust.

He saw the clinging greed in their eyes. He saw the little girl’s idiocy. He hated them all.

But later, the adults of the Wand family got really close to his father. They often dropped by for visits with little Sasha in tow. And whenever they came over, they would leave the foolish girl in his company.

“Sebby, would you like an orange?”

Young Sasha was actually very gentle, just like Vivian.

Every time she came to visit the Hayes and met the handsome boy who never showed his emotions, she would always offer him her favorite candy.

But Sebastian had never appreciated her kindness.

He did not like her, so naturally, he did not like everything else about her. He would snatch the candy from her, toss it on the ground, and then stomp on it a couple of times to get her to leave!

Young Sasha’s eyes were always red and swollen, swimming with tears.

go away in fear, but very soon she would come back again. She would observe him timidly, and from a short

that had only been

completely was that one time when he had an episode, and she happened to

in the Hayes family knew about Sebastian’s condition. He did not confide in any of them. He was afraid that, once his family found out about him, they would take measures to control him

contacted his uncle who was living abroad and sought his

family cat until it took its last breath. Consumed by terror,

to

in virtue of the authoritative diagnosis by the hospital. He had not stepped out of the house

his uncle finally managed to persuade his parents to send

that he disliked

hatred had occupied the majority of his feelings towards the woman. If it had not been for her, his uncle might have secretly snuck him abroad to undergo treatment while his

had to spend six years in a living hell. All because

was not enough, a most unbearable fate was waiting for him. When he finally got out of that painful abyss, he still had to

How ironic!

gaze was like a sharp sword, covered in dust for many years. How he wanted to cut her open right then and see for himself what was inside

incident of that particular

orange he was served that night looked too familiar to him. Of course, he had been eating the exact same thing for the entirety of six terrible years. From the very beginning when he turned a blind eye to the fruit until the very last one, which appeared alongside

And so he ate.

letter, it said: Have something sweet to forget

you? Are you having

Sasha gulped.

always worn his emotions on his sleeves in front of her.

so calm? The

“No.”

slowly retracted his gaze. For an instant, his thin lips turned pale and his voice raspy, as though lead and sand had coursed