Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Though he began to display a fatherly presence again by showing concern for them and having them well taken care of, it was still rare for him to spend time with them like he did at the moment.

“No, you can’t undo the move you’ve made. Basic chess rules.”

Though Sebastian spoke mildly, his stance did not waver in the face of the children’s pleas.

Matteo and Vivian were rendered speechless as they were unaccustomed to their father’s firmness. Only Ian frowned thoughtfully for a moment before reaching out tentatively and moving one of his black pieces.

The next instant, Sebastian’s white piece dashed across the board to seal the fate of black’s defeat.

The triplets sighed, crushed by the merciless blow.

What are we supposed to do? Daddy isn’t the same as how he was before. He is not going to let us win.

To the children’s surprise, Sebastian scooped Vivian up who was closest to him as he stood up.

“All right, let’s get out for some fresh air. Would you like to fly a kite today, children?”

“Yes please, Daddy! I would love to!”

“Yes!”

“I want to blow bubbles, Uncle Sebastian. I want to blow big ones.”

the trauma of defeat was washed

watched Sebastian leading the children out and found his

his anger mysteriously dissipated as

for

Devin called. “Did you tell them that I had hemophobia?” he demanded over the phone instead of coming to

retorted, neither confirming nor

by that provocative answer, Devin felt the pressure of

think? What exactly do you mean? Why did you prevent me from joining the International Anti-Terrorist

repeated. The rage he had suppressed mere moments before reared its head again. “Why would you think that it’s a good thing

about to retort but at the last minute swallowed his

have in mind for the Jadesons is not me. Because I am never good enough for you and your

the last time we’re discussing this. Just know that this is my decision and also what I’ve planned for my own future. If you try and stop me, I will just volunteer myself as a civilian instead of

threat, Devin hung

smashed the

for nothing

with a cup of tea and

little too harsh on Mr. Devin. If you’ve said what you said to somebody less tolerant, it

the boy makes me?” Jonathan grumbled, though his scowl diminished while his rage

you have a right to be,” Tony continued patiently. “But you have no idea how hurtful your words are to so many people. Though Ms. Jasmine had done wrong, she is still Mr. Devin’s mother. How could he tolerate such

unable

Mr. Jadeson,” Tony pressed on. “Ever since Mr. Sebastian was found, you have been neglecting Mr. Devin. Even in your speech you frequently express your