Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Vivian went to inform her brothers in their room. As expected, they were excited and began to pack for the trip. They wanted to bring everything.

Sabrina was speechless as she saw what was going on in her nephews’ room.

“Silly children. What is there to be happy? Don’t you know that your mother’s going there to save your father?” Sabrina was such a spoilsport. It was no wonder that she did not have many friends.

Sasha did not say anything when she heard Sabrina’s comment. She pulled Vivian’s luggage down the corridor and pushed it to her. “You should send us there.”

“Why me? Sasha, you’re becoming arrogant. How can you order me around like a housemaid?” Sabrina complained unhappily.

Sasha looked at her calmly and said, “I can’t drive there myself in my current condition. Also, when did I ever treat you as a housemaid? You’re my children’s aunt and the only person we can rely on, so I can only ask you for help.”

Sabrina was left without retort.

I’m the only person they can rely on?

Fine, I’ve no choice but to agree then.

With that thought, Sabrina pulled the luggage with her and went out.

A few minutes later, Sasha left for the village with her three children. Before leaving, Wendy reminded her again, “Madam, you have to bring Mr. Sebastian back safely. I’m counting on you.”

“I know. Don’t worry. I’ll bring Sebastian back,” Sasha answered Wendy confidently. She was trying to reassure herself too.

Yes, I’ll bring him back safe and sound.

has been lying to me for too long. I

in a car that

Floral Village, a small mountain village

if the whole village fell into a deep sleep and was so quiet that one could hear the occasional sounds of

at the edge of

in this

man was sleeping on the upper floor of

turning on the bed. One

a headache again? Should we go and check on him?” Greg’s wife, Martha Hudson, had sharp ears. She woke Greg up upon hearing sounds of groaning and wanted Greg to check

Greg opened his eyes.

like the man is in pain

their bed quickly.

Knock, knock, knock…

a headache again? I brought some aspirin for you,” Martha called

lives, they were willing to do their best to

knocking on the door for a

Creak…

a wave of cigarette smoke came

Do you have a headache again?

health.” Greg smelled the smoke

The man seemed unwell.

days, he appeared unshaven and had bloodshot eyes. Furthermore, he looked pale and was