Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

She doesn’t recognize me?

Can she remember me? Am I losing my mind?

Sebastian steadied himself and approached her cautiously. “Sasha?”

Sasha gazed back at him unblinkingly, through wide and tear-streaked eyes.

However, he saw the recognition in her gaze. It almost seemed as if she was waiting for something.

Sebastian was unable to restrain himself any longer. He took another step towards her. Sasha shrank away from him immediately.

“What are you doing? You are still hurt! Don’t move!” He grabbed hold of her.

His touch seemed to agitate Sasha. Distrust became horror as she screamed and twisted herself free from him.

“Let go! Let go of me!”

Distraught and afraid of hurting her, Sebastian let her go.

He watched as Sasha cower on her bed like a cornered deer. She buried her head under the blanket and began chastising herself.

Has she really lost her mind?

bed. His limbs and face felt unnaturally cold.

Thump.

quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist

was like a thief, feeling her way around the cabinet

What is she doing?

towards it, intending on cleaning up the

her quilt and waited for her chance. He was kneeling over the broken glass and caught sight of her staring at

Why won’t you leave me alone? Are you an evil spirit or something? Why

only her angry eyes to

froze, still on the

In her dreams? Scum?

the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued to mumble to herself

not think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him

up a new life. Besides, she had to sever

he stood before Sasha, as clear as day. Just like the same old domineering

be

of the blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised her to see a muscular hand closing over

“Is it true?”

“What?”

man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He

could feel was her hand being caressed with a