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.

where he was, glaring at the man in front

glared at him in return and warned, “Stop glaring at me! Have I not made myself clear? You better listen to me since I have brought you back! If you fail to

perspiring at the entrance when he heard the duo’s conversation. It turned out

take

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 used to training others! It’s just

with a snort and stomped

for words in fear

the sun rose, someone blew the whistle with all his might, rousing Sebastian from his sleep

of his lungs, “It’s time to wake up! If anyone’s

scrunched-up face because he had a hard time

a long time since he had a great night. To make things worse, the moment he fell asleep, he

cotton balls and tried to

field after fifteen minutes, the platoon leader knew it was

bed and

“Yes, sir!”

in the direction of

of the things awaiting him. He wasn’t

something was wrong,