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. He did not know what or how

Thump.

of her quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist appeared

way around the cabinet

What is she doing?

it, intending on

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

you an evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming about a

only her

still on the

In her dreams? Scum?

so much that I’m dreaming of the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion

that she did not think of Sebastian much or dreamed

had worked incessantly to set up a new life. Besides, she had to sever all ties with her past connections when she

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

be dreaming. Sasha

to sleep, but before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket was

“Is it true?”

“What?”

touching you?” The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse.

being caressed with a gentleness that was shocking