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.

with her children, was about to sprint up the stairs.

are you going? Come over and hold this

“O-Oh… O-Okay…”

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

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

would usually tag along with him,

Sasha stood right where she was rigidly and avoided the man’s gaze at all costs. She couldn’t wait to hand the things back to the man after he changed into a

the verge of breaking down, but he showed no signs of retrieving his

high while delivering his instructions, muttering in a callous tone,

in confusion. But the man with a slender pair of

herself and brought the documents upstairs as

it was the 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

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

room and

table,” Sebastian replied gently as though

woman from fleeing. After she placed the things

was merely a step away from the entrance, she heard

time for us to

right where

it