Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

She’s right, why am I overreacting? ”Because it looks nasty.”

“It doesn’t. Hold on. I’ll put some sugar in this.” Delighted, Sasha trotted to the kitchen to get some sugar and poured it into the bowl in front of him.

Sebastian was rendered speechless by her action.

“All right, now it’ll taste a whole lot better with sugar added in it. Finish it in one go and you won’t feel a thing.” She was trying to get him to finish the medicine.

Sebastian stared at her darkly. It was just like the time he took her with him right after she came back from Clear. He was paranoid, thinking she might try to poison him every chance she got.

“You’re dead if this still tastes awful.” He said the same thing he did back then.

Sasha smiled gently. “It won’t. Trust me.”

For your sake, I hope so. Finally, Sebastian started drinking the medicine, but he spat it out immediately. “D*mmit! You lied to me again!”

The medicine still tasted as awful as ever. The bitterness overpowered the sugar.

Despite getting yelled at, Sasha was shocked that he said the word ‘again’. Indeed, this was the second time, but the first time she made the medicine was back when his memories were intact.

of joy. Sasha stared at him

can’t say the truth now? His veins started popping, and his knuckles started turning white from gripping the

“I’m—”

she could even finish apologizing, Sebastian finished the rest of the

thought he wouldn’t finish

pick the bowl up. “Mr. Hayes, do you need some

down, his

her mouth, but she said nothing. Amused by his childish antics, she left like he told her to. Fine. I’ll make myself scarce. But

after she came into the kitchen, she texted Willow: Good news, Willow.

might be hallucinating though. I know how much his

was normal to be doubted. after all, nobody would believe it, not when Sebastian wasn’t healing up even after

take Sasha too long to come back with a confident

made some meds for him, but he said he would never take it again before he even had a

no idea how to

I added some sugar to get him to finish it, but that got him more agitated. He

The first time was back when he forced me to treat his insomnia