Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Daddy, are you having a fight with Mommy again? Why is she trying to run away from home?”

Sasha’s eyes widened in disbelief.

What does he mean by I’m trying to run away from home? I’m merely going back home, okay? Can Ian phrase his sentences properly and be mindful of his choice of words?

As soon as the startled Sasha took over the little boy’s smartwatch, she heard Sebastian’s low and hoarse voice. “What do you mean she’s running away from home? Where is she going?”

“I don’t know, Daddy!” Ian replied petulantly.

Sasha wanted to explain she would be making a trip back to her leased apartment instead of running away from home, but seconds after she lost herself in a train of thoughts, she heard the man’s voice from the other end of the conversation again.

Perhaps Sebastian was aware Ian was frustrated. He chuckled and instructed the little boy, “Ian, go tell the bodyguards to keep an eye on your mother, okay? Tell them if they let her get away, I’ll break their legs once I’m home.”

Sasha was completely stunned while her children rushed out of the room after they heard their father’s instructions.

They approached the bodyguards and repeated their father’s instructions to keep their mother grounded against her will.

That scum must have been possessed by an evil spirit, hasn’t he?

Sasha had no choice but to spend another day at the spacious villa with her beloved children.

In the evening, Sebastian finally arrived home.

her children, was about to sprint up the stairs. Unfortunately, it was too late. He had walked into the foyer with a bunch of files and a

Come over and hold this for

“O-Oh… O-Okay…”

up and dreaded her steps over, holding the bunch of files and the laptop he had with

with all sorts of things. Occasionally, he would bring some documents home and carry on

who would usually tag along with him, was nowhere to

and avoided the man’s gaze at

breaking down, but he showed no signs

looked down upon her and held his chest high while delivering his instructions, muttering in a callous

Sasha arched her brows in confusion. But the man with a slender pair of legs had long departed after he

brought the documents upstairs

the last quarter of the year, Sasha didn’t have a lot of things on her schedule. She spent

one who had placed two pots of flower with incandescent colors on the stairwell. As they made their way up the dimly illuminated stairs, their

study, he switched on the light and the heater

woman behind him entered the room

as though he was afraid scaring

horrified woman from fleeing. After she placed the things on the table, she scurried out of

step away from the entrance, she heard the man’s

believe it’s time for us to talk

right where

could it