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.

he was an exceptionally talented individual. They obviously think she was not good enough for

thoughts, Sasha

Sebastian was clad in sportswear and furiously swinging the

flew one after

side of

a stupefied expression plastered on

with his eyebrows furrowed. After a while, he picked up his golf club

fury emitting from within you. Who pissed you

No one answered.

was a deafening thud that came

That is some temper…

club in hand. “I heard you’re investigating your birth

“Save it.”

instantaneous reply came as

was evident that

Devin smiled wryly.

of golf balls. He then strolled to grab a bottle of

you let me help you out? I’ll be returning to the

“That soon?”

prompted Sebastian’s frenzy to

and explained, “I only returned this time around because of my grandpa’s condition, not because it’s our time off. Once I’m all

yes, that reminds me. I’ve been so preoccupied with other matters that I forgot to inquire about

friend’s grandfather finally came to mind,

chronic illness making its yearly round. He usually feels the loss of my uncle even more around this time of the year and falls sick. Although, I’m not too sure why

at the situation, his eyes betrayed traces of

as a

rumor or two. He had also caught wind of the deceased uncle his friend was