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

Thump.

cover of her quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist

her way around the cabinet by her bed, and knocked over

What is she doing?

on

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 through

evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming about a scum like you?” Sasha

only her

still

In her dreams? Scum?

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

of Sebastian much

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

as clear as day. Just like the same old

must be

decided to go back to 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?”

man kneeling before her sounded

her hand being caressed with