Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

The things she had in mind were written all over her face as she continued staring at droplets of water streaming down the man’s sturdy pecs and abs.

“I-I’ll head over and take a shower as well!”

She rushed into the bathroom with the set of pajamas she had gotten herself and continued blushing throughout the way.

Sebastian thought he would feel a strong urge to engage himself with a raunchy activity with her after being apart for such a long time.

After all, he was head over heels in love with her. However, he was confused by the fact he wasn’t as enthusiastic to carry on with the session when he caught her lustful expression.

Is something wrong with me? Have I not gotten used to her being affectionate yet? Does it have something to do with the fact she’s no longer her timid self?

Creak!

After making her way out of the bathroom, Sasha, who had put on the nightgown he got her a long time ago, marched in his direction and greeted in a mellifluous tone, “Darling…”

No ordinary man could resist her seductive voice. However, Sebastian, who was reading a book, had no intention to carry on with the session.

In fact, he was overwhelmed by an odd sensation when she joined him in bed and continued sashaying her way to him.

Seconds after he snapped out of confusion, he jolted out from bed and said, “Why don’t you go ahead and sleep without me? There are still some things I need to tend to! I’ll be heading back to the study!”

jacket and marched out of the room without any hesitation, leaving a confused

is he up to? What’s so important to the extent he’s willing to dismiss me and my presence after being apart for such a

upset and slightly overwhelmed by wrath. Nonetheless, she fell into a deep slumber and wasn’t aware if Sebastian had made his way back to

Sebastian was nowhere to be seen next to her the

Hayes, are you guys heading out to pay tribute to Mr. Hayes

you seen Sebastian?” Sasha asked in return

his mother. I think he’ll be heading back soon

as she thought Sasha was

something else, Sasha went dead silent and

down the stairs with a disheveled look, brought herself to a

“Are you a fake?”

disbelief. She

“You know what? You stink when you’re supposed

down the stairs, leaving the startled

the eyes, her face scrunched up in irritation as

forgotten that maniac over there used to spend quite some time with

herself in the process of thought, another unwanted guest showed up at the

you here early in the