Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Are you okay, Sasha?”

Sasha was so angry that she nearly opened her eyes.

This b*stard! This f*cking b*stard! I’m surprised he had it in him to come back! Honestly, I thought he wouldn’t come back even if I really did fall to my death!

Wanting to punish him, Sasha decided to keep her eyes shut.

However, that plan of hers backfired as he thought she was dying when he saw her trembling uncontrollably, and his mind went blank.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Sasha opened her eyes and shouted at the top of her lungs, “You b*stard! Why are you always treating me like this? Did I wrong you in the past life or what?”

Damn it! He bullied me, so why am I the one who has to open my eyes and comfort him?

Sasha thought to herself and cried her heart out as she lay in the bush.

seemed to have snapped Sebastian back to reality, bringing life back to his dull eyes

losing her, but what he truly felt was the exact

her “die” twice before his eyes, and he simply couldn’t bear to witness something like that ever

and trembling from the shock, Sebastian slowly knelt

out and carried her in his arms

your fault! You b*stard! You’re always bullying me! Why are you running from me when

myself and shot at her… His words reminded me of how I killed Mom when I was young, and that the same could happen to Sasha now. Hearing that made me wonder if there is even a single thing in this world that I have control over. I realized the possibility that there might be no cure for my condition, and that

her question at all, Sebastian

tightening his grip on her. She then looked up at him with teary eyes and asked, “You were by

caught him off guard, and Sebastian looked

on staying by my side at the time, even at the risk of losing your voice. So why are you running from me when I dragged my sick self all the way here just to see you? Are you ashamed to see me because you’ve lost your

“No, that’s not it!”

was quick to deny it

After everything that we’ve been through, what’s scaring you so much that you’d choose to run instead of facing it