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.

On the other hand, he was an exceptionally talented individual. They obviously think she was not good

avoid those demoralizing thoughts, Sasha began to bury

clad in sportswear and furiously

flew one after another because of

him from the side and commented, “Did he get up from the wrong side of the bed

on with a stupefied expression plastered on

while, he picked up his

fury emitting

No one answered.

a deafening thud that came

That is some temper…

and positioned himself with the golf club in hand. “I heard you’re investigating your birth father. How’s it going?

“Save it.”

instantaneous reply came as a

it was evident that Sebastian

Devin smiled wryly.

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

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

“That soon?”

frenzy to

of my grandpa’s condition, not because it’s our

other matters

his friend’s grandfather finally came to mind,

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

Devin mostly looked helpless at the situation, his eyes betrayed traces of

came as a

heard a rumor or two. He had also caught wind