Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Jonathan glanced at his grandson and asked, “What do you think? Are you expecting me to take him home when everyone’s petrified by his presence?”

Devin was at a loss for words because he had made up his mind to take care of Sebastian even if his parents were against the idea.

Nonetheless, his grandfather was against the idea and brought Sebastian back to Heron Hill with him as he thought Heron Hill was the best option available.

However, as soon as they made their way back, the rest of the Jadesons instructed, “We need everyone on guard at the foothill to stop him from sneaking his way out without our consent!”

They had dispatched countless platoons to be on the lookout against Sebastian because they were afraid Sebastian would make a scene and turn everyone’s life upside down again.

In other words, no one could leave without the consent of the ones representing the family.

Tony, the butler of the family, was infuriated when he found out the decisions of the rest of the Jadesons. He rushed his way to Jonathan’s side wanting to tell him the things going on.

“Mr. Jadeson, they have-”

“You’re staying here from now onwards! I want you to wake up at five sharp in the morning and ensure you’re ready by five-thirty! Join the rest and run five laps with the rest to start the day! Am I clear?”

Jonathan instructed at the top of his lungs as soon as he brought Sebastian to the log cabin on top of the hill.

He started emanating a menacing aura, indicating he wanted Sebastian to join the platoon assigned to him on a daily basis.

he was, glaring at the man in front of him as if he wasn’t in

at me! Have I not made myself clear? You better listen to me since I

the duo’s conversation. It turned out Jonathan had long figured out the things the rest of the Jadesons were

Tony was afraid he would take things out on Sebastian if he failed to

getting on his nerves when he’s merely trying to do you a favor for the sake of your health! On top of that, he has gotten

seconds later, Sebastian responded with a snort and stomped his way back to his room, banging

for words in fear of the turbulent

whistle with all his might, rousing

a man yelling at the top of his lungs,

written all over his scrunched-up face because he had a hard

had a great night. To make things worse, the moment he fell asleep, he was roused

stuffed his ears with cotton balls and tried to bring

fifteen minutes,

of bed and

“Yes, sir!”

members of the platoon marched in the direction

awaiting him. He wasn’t even aware someone had barged into his

noticed something was