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.

sprint up the stairs. Unfortunately, it was too late. He had walked into the foyer with a bunch

over and hold this

“O-Oh… O-Okay…”

up and dreaded her steps over, holding the bunch of

all sorts of things. Occasionally, he would bring some

who would usually tag along with him, was

and avoided the man’s gaze at

was on the verge of breaking down, but

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

brows in confusion. But the man with a slender pair of

brought the documents upstairs

last quarter of the year, Sasha didn’t have a lot of things on her schedule. She spent most of her time trimming the blooming flowers in

pots of flower with incandescent colors on the stairwell. As they made their way up

switched on the light

the room and asked, “W-Where

as though he was afraid

woman from fleeing. After she placed the things on the table, she

a step away from the

here. I believe it’s time for us to talk about the things that are bothering

right

could it possibly