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.

avoid those demoralizing thoughts, Sasha began to bury herself

clad in sportswear

balls flew one after another because of his

side of the bed today?

a stupefied

eyebrows furrowed. After a while, he picked

fury emitting from within you.

No one answered.

sound that ensued was a deafening thud that

That is some temper…

club in hand. “I heard you’re investigating your birth father. How’s it going? Still no news? Do

“Save it.”

came as a

that Sebastian

Devin smiled wryly.

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

you out?

“That soon?”

finally prompted Sebastian’s frenzy

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

matters that I forgot to inquire about him. How’s he

his 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

looked helpless at the situation, his

came as a shock

or two. He had