Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

She was baffled by the hint of aloofness in his tone.

“Go ahead and eat first. I still have some matters to deal with.”

With that, he promptly hung up and left Sasha perplexed.

What the heck? Did this bast*rd just hang up on me? It’s fine that he didn’t bother to inform me about his dinner plans. But hanging up on me? Pfft.

Sasha’s frustration was building up.

Nonetheless, she was not a child. After her initial annoyance wore off, she quietly headed back to the penthouse suite and ate alone.

He’s the President. I’m sure he’s got lots on his plate. Eating would be the last thing on his mind.

Sasha proceeded to tidy up the kitchen before resting for a while. Then, she headed back to the operational department for work.

“Did you guys see that? This afternoon, Mr. Hayes brought clients out for lunch but he didn’t even bring her along.”

“Yeah, I saw.”

“What’s going on? Isn’t she his wife? Why didn’t she tag along for lunch?”

“So what if she’s his wife? I heard that she went upstairs to prepare lunch for him, only to realize that he has already gone out with clients.”

Upon her arrival, Sasha could already hear the hushed whispers of people gossiping about her.

Those were obviously people who reveled in gloating over others’ misfortunes, especially since they were aware that she had made lunch for him.

She entered the office betraying no emotion.

That was precisely the reason why she hated working there. Despite the fact that she was the president’s wife, many people still felt disgruntled towards her.

that they felt she was too ordinary. On the other hand, he was an exceptionally talented individual.

Sasha began to bury herself in

in

flew one after another

and commented, “Did he get up from the wrong side of the bed today? At this

a stupefied expression

stood there with his eyebrows furrowed. After a while, he

I can sense fury emitting

No one answered.

sound that ensued was a deafening thud that

That is some temper…

balls and positioned himself with the golf club in hand. “I heard you’re investigating your birth father. How’s it going? Still no news? Do you need my

“Save it.”

came

that Sebastian

Devin smiled wryly.

later, he finished his load of golf balls. He then

you out? I’ll be

“That soon?”

finally prompted Sebastian’s frenzy to come to

around because of my grandpa’s condition, not because it’s our time off. Once I’m all done here, I’ve got to get

that reminds me. I’ve been so preoccupied with other matters that I forgot to inquire about him. How’s

grandfather finally came to mind, Sebastian

nothing major, actually. Just his chronic illness making its yearly round. He usually feels the loss of my uncle even more around this time

looked helpless at the situation, his

as a shock to

rumor or two. He had also caught wind