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?

face felt unnaturally

Thump.

her quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist appeared

way around the cabinet by her bed, and knocked

What is she doing?

intending on cleaning up the shattered

through a crack in her quilt and waited for her chance. He was kneeling over the broken glass

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

quilt, exposing only her

froze, still on

In her dreams? Scum?

dreaming of the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued to

that she did not think of Sebastian much or

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

like the same old domineering and

must be dreaming. Sasha

outside of the blanket was met with a sudden

“Is it true?”

“What?”

man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap

hand being caressed with a gentleness that