Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sebastian intended to leave right after sending Sasha back to her ward.

But as he was stepping out, Sasha suddenly called out to him. “Dr. Moore, could you pour me a glass of water? I’m a little thirsty.”

Hesitating for a while, he eventually complied and walked over to the water machine.

During this period, Sebastian had been trying his best to keep his distance from her. Even though she had lost her sight, she was still a smart woman. He feared that she would find out the truth through some unattended details.

That was why he usually showed up when she was asleep.

Taking a glass of water, Sebastian did not pass it right to her but placed it on the small desk beside her instead.

“The water’s by your side. Take your time.”

“Okay. Thanks, Dr. Moore.”

Sasha thanked him genuinely and grabbed the glass of water.

With that, Sebastian left.

Ten minutes later, Anna entered the ward. As she was changing the needle for Sasha, the latter questioned casually, “Anna, where’s Dr. Moore from?”

“Lightspring. Why?”

Anna was fully focused on her job and she did not give much thought as she answered Sasha’s question.

Lightspring? But we’re not in Moranta. Why would a doctor from Lightspring come over here? How come a top city like that is not able to attract Dr. Moore?

Sasha fell into a deep thought.

However, she could not put much effort into thinking, as an operation was awaiting her that night.

shot that’ll soften your blood vessel

“Okay…”

a

a woman who gave birth to a child by cesarean section. After taking the injection,

injected into her arm, Sasha closed

to be a difficult

instant, cold sweat began appearing on

her consciousness started

“It hurts…”

but a pair of gentle hands carried her and

“Is that better?”

hoarse voice

with cold sweat, all the color drained from

from her

in her mind other than missing that

Sasha managed to collect

had soothed her pain, or

wheeled into the operating theater the following day, her mood was

from afar, witnessing the whole process. As the door of the operating theater closed, he

the operation was short lifted,

in chaos. If you don’t come back, I’m afraid they’ll not only re-elect a new president, but your whole

sounded like she was on the verge of

that had never appeared in her voice before. She

no ordinary human could take on

the call, Sebastian kicked the chair in front of him

must have a death

left the