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?

and face felt unnaturally cold. He did not know what or how to

Thump.

cover of her quilt, Sasha’s

way around the cabinet by her bed, and

What is she doing?

went towards it, intending on cleaning

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

spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming about

under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes to

froze, still on

In her dreams? Scum?

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

of Sebastian much or

Besides, she had to sever all ties with

Just like the same old domineering and

must be

sleep, but before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised her to

“Is it true?”

“What?”

her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her thin wrists

was her hand being caressed with a gentleness that was