Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sasha signed the sales and purchase agreement for Wand residence with Bryan without a second thought. According to him, he was initially thinking of transforming the Wand residence into a commercial building when he bid for it during an auction. Nevertheless, he changed his mind as the local authority was focusing on the development of New Town lately. Thus, nothing was done to the residence ever since it was under his possession.

As for Sasha, it was a blessing that nothing was done to the house. She shuddered as she pushed open the door and entered eagerly. At that very moment, she was overcome by a wave of inexplicit emotions as that was the first time since she last stepped into it seven years ago.

Sasha walked around sorrowfully. She scanned every corner of the ground floor before she went upstairs to have a look at her parents’ room. After that, she went to her own room and Xenia’s room which was next to hers.

Xenia? She pondered for a while before she pushed open the door and entered Xenia’s room instinctively.

Xenia’s room was about the same size as hers. When her parents brought Xenia back to stay with them in the house many years ago, they treated her exactly like their own daughter. They catered to her needs well by giving her everything owned by Sasha as well.

Other than the dust, the room was exceptionally messy. There were piles of things on the small couch and bed. Besides, it was a total mess on the desk as well. It seemed that Xenia had never tidied up her room all the while.

Sasha could only tiptoe into the room and roughly looked around. To her surprise, something among the piles on the desk caught her eye. She found a diary with a lock underneath the piles of books.

“What is this?” she mumbled in bafflement as she pulled it out. It was the type of diary that was very popular during her high school days and was well-liked by most young girls in those days.

was a trend for them to jot down their daily

her curiosity, she unlocked the diary effortlessly with a pin. The next moment, she was astonished at the lines that came

Sasha’s second volume of

Sasha’s third

usual place, Sasha’s fourth volume

a record of all my manuscripts in this diary? What

her manuscript! Xenia even listed the relevant titles of Sasha’s books

for her at the so-called “usual place”? So had she started

that, she was still staying under the same roof with us here. How could she

through the diary again, she managed to spot a phone number on the front cover. It was as if Xenia had purposively jotted down the phone number on it, so it was not easily traceable by anyone. Somehow, it

out her phone at once and dialed the

 Sasha was stunned when the languorous voice sounded from the