Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Shall we find out his current whereabouts or inform him of our arrival first? I mean, we’re not supposed to show up unannounced after such a horrifying incident, right?”

Sasha had no idea about the things going on in the young man’s mind as she was busy sorting out their plan for the day.

Immediately after Lance heard her question, he returned to his senses and looked at the meal he had bought her. Then, he suggested, “Why don’t you have your meal first?”

“O-Oh, okay.” Sasha finally recalled that she had not eaten anything since the incident yesterday.

After grabbing her breakfast, she made her way to the coffee table and took a seat next to him.

The breakfast he had bought was rather plain since the locals had gotten used to skipping breakfast. To be precise, they spent most of their time in the morning sleeping after having a wild night out.

Sasha had conducted her due diligence prior to their trip, but she was still taken by surprise upon seeing her breakfast.

When she saw that there were only a few chunks of meat alongside some tortilla wraps, she asked, “Are these all they have to offer?”

The young man remarked in a sarcastic manner, “What sort of meal are you expecting? You don’t think we’re here for a leisure trip, do you?”

Sasha was rendered speechless and decided to make do with the meal as long as it could give her the energy she needed for the day.

She reached for the tortilla wrap and tried to make herself a decent tortilla, but she just couldn’t do it right.

reason, she ended up making a mess despite

wrong with this? Why can’t I

with his phone, was at

he put his phone aside and wore the disposable glove to make the tortilla for

her eyes away from him as he managed to put everything in

done, he handed it over to her and said after removing his glove,

she had her eyes glued to his hands again as she offered, “I’ll go get you something to wipe the

brought herself up, she retrieved a pack of wet

her thoughts, he got himself a few tissues to wipe his hand

and nails that had been trimmed to perfection, a

speculation since things were extremely chaotic yesterday. On top of that, she thought it was impossible and

such a close distance,

at his hands, he asked, “What do you want from me? Can you hurry up and finish your meal?

snapped out of her thoughts and started savoring the

be! I must be seeing

mouth while she convinced herself that she

that, his memories

herself that she

an hour later, they

“Since we’re meeting Dickson in his office this