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.”

several seconds, the trauma of defeat was washed off their faces at the

out and found his eyes moist for no apparent

anger

headed for

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

think?” Jonathan retorted, neither confirming

provocative answer, Devin felt the pressure of

think? What exactly do you mean? Why did you prevent me from joining the

good thing?” Jonathan repeated. The rage he had suppressed mere moments before reared its head again. “Why would you

swallowed his

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

we’re discussing this. Just know that this is my decision and also what I’ve planned for my own future.

threat,

almost smashed the

for nothing

butler appeared with a cup of tea and sighed at his master’s

“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 less tolerant, it would

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

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 awful things you said

unable

you have been neglecting Mr. Devin. Even