Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

After firmly putting down his teacup, Jonathan remarked, “Alright then. In one week’s time, I’ll return with some soldiers to personally put him through military training.”

With that, Jonathan got up and left.

Military training? What sort of military training?

Staring blankly, Sasha had no idea what Jonathan was talking about.

After Jonathan had left, Sebastian came over and saw the steaming tea on the table. Unable to control his rage, he reached out his hand and swept them aside.

Crash!

Suddenly, everything fell onto the floor in a thunderous crash.

Dumbfounded, Sasha stared at the mess for a long while before regaining her senses.

“Mr. Hayes, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? How dare you ask me that? I should be asking you that question? Are you pleading mercy for me? Are you worried that he will kill me? That’s why you’re serving him as if you’re a slave?”

Sitting in his wheelchair, Sebastian unleashed his scathing tirade just like a beast gone berserk.

Sasha gaped.

reason. I’m doing it to prevent their conflict from escalating. Antagonizing Jonathan now would only bring him more

Hayes. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to prevent both of

by his sword than see you grovel like a dog in front

time, his insulting words had

Sasha’s face turned ashen.

a dog? After all that I have done, is it just a disgrace to

don’t you care about your life at all? Is it necessary to take death so lightly all the time? Do

my business, not

If a patient’s life is threatened in front of me, am I not duty-bound to save

back while glaring at him with her bloodshot

was painful for her to see

Why is he doing this? What right does he have to even behave this way? Can it be that he isn’t aware of the many lives that were sacrificed just so that he

she

it occurred to you that by not appreciating your own life, you are letting those who

as she held

time she had lost her composure after

Sebastian finally fell silent.

giving her a fearsome stare with his chest still heaving in anger, he did not say

a sense of exhaustion set upon her. She was in

swept the glass shards from the broken teacup off her legs before leaving Oceanic Estate in

no right to say