Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Hey, Roxanne! My dad is inside!”

“Okay, lead the way!” Roxanne nodded with a smile and grabbed her handbag as she entered.

Sasha thought to herself as they made their way to the doctor in the laboratory.

“Here, this is the one. This is also Yancy’s doing, so it should be similar to the one Sabrina was given previously, albeit a bit more advanced,” Sasha said while handing her the samples of the poison.

She had given Roxanne a brief explanation of what happened, hoping to aid her in developing an antidote sooner, but Roxanne simply flashed her an impatient look in response.

“I’ll look at it myself. I have a record of the previous analysis, so you don’t have to remind me about it.”

That response was typical of her, so Sasha thought little about it until she noticed a red spot on Roxanne’s exposed neck when she bent over.

That looks like a hickey… Wait a minute… A hickey? Why would she have one? Did she get a new boyfriend or something?

Unaware that Sasha was spacing out while staring at her, Roxanne stood up after retrieving the samples and got ready to leave. “All right, let’s go. We need to get some blood samples from your dad.”

to regain her composure and led

a syringe and ice box from the nurse to get the blood

a little massage to get the blood flowing. Poisons like these will numb the heart first, so your dad’s blood isn’t fresh

Roxanne leaned in closer to examine

was when Sasha’s mind went blank after she caught a whiff of a very familiar

you doing? Hurry up and massage him!” Roxanne scolded her

seemed like forever, Sasha found herself asking, “You hate me, don’t you? Why would you agree to save my

he came asking me for help, and I couldn’t bring myself to

hide it at all, and Sasha found herself freaking out when she heard

didn’t make any requests

I did. I made him have dinner with me

lost control over her emotions and looked extremely agitated as she cut her off. “Nonsense! You obviously had more than just dinner with him! What else did you make him

there was a hint of anger in

a grown man, for crying out loud! You think I can just order him around like a