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?

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

Thump.

quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist appeared

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

What is she doing?

towards it, intending on cleaning up the shattered

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

me alone? Are you an evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming about a scum

huddled under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes to

froze, still on the

In her dreams? Scum?

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

not think of Sebastian much

time in Moranta, she had worked incessantly to set up a new life. Besides, she had

as clear as day. Just like the same old

must be

to go back to sleep, but before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket was met with a

“Is it true?”

“What?”

The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her thin wrists in one

feel was her hand being caressed with a gentleness that was shocking to her. Sasha’s