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?

unnaturally cold. He did not know what or how

Thump.

of her quilt, Sasha’s

way around the cabinet by

What is she doing?

on cleaning up the shattered

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

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

exposing only her angry

still on the

In her dreams? Scum?

dreaming of the scum?” Sasha furrowed her

was true that she did not think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him for

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

as day. Just like the same old domineering and stubborn

must be

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

“Is it true?”

“What?”

me touching you?” The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her thin wrists

caressed with a