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

Thump.

the cover of her quilt, Sasha’s

the cabinet by

What is she doing?

it, intending on cleaning up

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

alone? Are you an evil spirit or something? Why

under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes

froze, still

In her dreams? Scum?

much that I’m dreaming of the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued to mumble to

think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him

life. Besides, she had to sever all ties with her past connections when she faked

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

be

blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised her to see

“Is it true?”

“What?”

before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her thin wrists in

her hand being caressed with a gentleness that was shocking to