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.

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

my intention. I just wanted to prevent both of you from quarreling. All I wanted to do

West, I would rather die by his sword than see you grovel like a dog in front

insulting words had struck a

Sasha’s face turned ashen.

After all that I have

welled up within her. “Why don’t you care about your life at

my business,

doctor and responsible for saving you. If a patient’s life is threatened in front of me, am I not duty-bound to

back while glaring at him with

her to see

for his life, he insists on going against Jonathan all the time. Why is he doing this? What right does he have to even behave this way? Can it be that he

then, she had given up her own life for

Hayes, has it occurred to you that by not appreciating

she held on to her arm that was

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 another word especially when he saw her holding her injured

of exhaustion set upon her. She was

glass shards from the broken teacup

no right to say all