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.”

trauma of defeat was washed off their faces at the prospect of

watched Sebastian leading the children out and found his eyes

his anger mysteriously

for the

Devin called. “Did you tell them that I had hemophobia?” he demanded over the

think?” Jonathan retorted,

that provocative answer, Devin felt the pressure of his suppressed

did you prevent me from joining the International Anti-Terrorist Group? Isn’t my absence a good thing for

suppressed mere moments before reared its head again. “Why would you think that it’s a good thing for me?

swallowed his pride and bit

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

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

final threat,

smashed the phone

for

butler appeared with a cup of tea and sighed at his

throat. “If I may, I think that you have been a little too harsh on Mr. Devin. If you’ve said what you said to somebody

you see how angry the boy makes me?” Jonathan grumbled, though his scowl diminished while his rage disappeared almost

idea how hurtful your words are to so many people. Though Ms. Jasmine had done wrong, she is still Mr. Devin’s

was unable to

neglecting Mr. Devin. Even in your speech you frequently express your displeasure toward him. Have you