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 off their faces at the prospect of another activity with

Sebastian leading the children out and found his

his anger mysteriously dissipated

for

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

Jonathan retorted,

pressure of his suppressed emotions throughout the entire

I think? What exactly do you mean? Why did you prevent me from joining the International Anti-Terrorist Group? Isn’t my absence a

suppressed mere moments before reared its

was about to retort but at the last minute swallowed his pride and

in mind for the Jadesons is not me. Because I am

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

that final threat,

smashed the

good for

a cup of

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

you see how angry the boy makes me?” Jonathan grumbled, though his

many people. Though Ms. Jasmine had done wrong, she is still Mr. Devin’s mother. How could he tolerate

unable

been neglecting Mr. Devin. Even