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?

unnaturally cold. He did not know what or how to

Thump.

the cover of her quilt, Sasha’s

was like a thief, feeling her way around the cabinet by her bed, and

What is she doing?

towards it, intending on cleaning up the

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

evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming

only her

froze, still on the

In her dreams? Scum?

Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued to mumble to

of Sebastian much or dreamed of him

in Moranta, she had worked incessantly to set up a new life. Besides, she had to sever all ties with

before Sasha, as clear as day. Just like the same old domineering and stubborn

be dreaming.

her bare arm outside of the blanket

“Is it true?”

“What?”

me touching you?” The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap

caressed with a