Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sebastian did not say a word, neither did he withdraw his hand.

Like a lone wolf, he just sat in his wheelchair, staring at those two as if he was a ghost lurking in the dark. His gaze was lifeless and extremely terrifying.

“You let go first,” he finally spoke. A sense of calmness laced his voice.

Sasha lifted her tear-streaked face and looked at him, puzzled.

His grim expression and icy-cold gaze were a complete contrast to the bright sunlight. There was not the slightest emotion on his deadpan face. The rays of the sun beamed down on him, giving the illusion of him wearing a golden coat. The picturesque scene looked so surreal.

What is he planning to do?

Sasha released her grip on him.

“How are you going to save her?”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You just need to leave this place with her once the child comes over. Understand?” Sebastian reminded her sternly.

Biting her lips, Sasha watched him push the wheelchair on his own as he approached the two men in black. “All you want is this life of mine. Why bother making such a big fuss? Leave the child alone, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Hahaha…” Both men burst into laughter at the rooftop.

“It’s good that you know your place, Sebastian. Great! Raise the gun and point it at your head. When I ask you to fire, I’ll return the child to you simultaneously.”

like Sebastian takes his own life just so they can wash their

she saw Sebastian do as he was told, aiming the

the top of

out of his mind to

“Sebastian, what are you doing? Are you insane? How can you trade your life to

none of your

strong murderous intent and his

this is my way

big deal to trade his life for the child. After all, both mother and

seemed adamant she was not going to let him do

with me? You’re a selfish jerk. You’re always like this, making your own decisions for everyone else. How do you know that it doesn’t concern me? Huh?” Sasha retorted furiously and stared at him with a pair of bloodshot

je*k, exactly like what he was half a year

streamed down

was held by the man in black, wailed loudly as

through the air, piercing through

off tangent, the man who had Vivian in his arms, lifted her up in the

her terrified voice yelled from

that, Sasha shuddered in fear, and subconsciously released her grip on

“No!”

Thump!