Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“What do you intend to do about it then?” Devin suddenly found himself scoffing. “Let me get this straight, Shanae. One, we’re not engaged; it’s solely your grandfather’s own desire to have you married to me. Two, you’re the one who struck her first, which prompted her to retaliate in kind. Wasn’t that to be expected?”

There was no sentimentality in his eyes. His behavior was a complete turnaround from the moment he helped her up and checked on her.

Gone was his gentleness, and in its place was a kind of frostiness that chilled her to the bone.

Shanae was no longer able to muster up the strength to vent.

“W-What did you just say?”

“Did I not make it obvious enough for you? I’m giving you a way to bow out in grace on account of my mother. After all, she still has to return to the Woods residence from time to time.”

Shanae took it in silently while he spoke.

“Also, what did you call her just now? May I remind you to take a good look at yourself the next time you decide to insult someone!”

Devin did not mince his words and even purposefully pointed toward what was left of the birthday party at the bar’s dance floor.

Shanae grew pale when she arched her head over.

There, Finn, the wealthy scion who had thrown the party today in her honor, continued to await foolishly with a huge bouquet of roses in one hand and a velvety sapphire blue box in the other.

Who was the real shameless one?

Who was the least deserving of all?

Everyone else knew better.

is she,

do you think?” Devin sneered derisively as he countered with

answer from the moment Sasha made her appearance. The woman that even

overt brashness and proclivity for

who Sabrina was. When she recalled the absurdity of her own

toward the main

be with her, Devin? So what if she’s the young lady of the Hayes family? Do you think your family will approve of

abruptly raised a sharp question which made Devin freeze in his

expression grew increasingly sardonic. “I bet you don’t even have the answer to that yourself. Otherwise, why would

crisp cracking sound was heard

moment, the mood of this otherwise characteristically amiable man took a frightening

to settle down for a

happened inside the bar before her own appearance, but

already suggested the seriousness

“Sab..”

bar. I don’t

she spoke up so

barely a couple of days into operation. What’s gotten

placed her cup down.

“Why do I need to have a reason for anything? This isn’t your first day knowing me; I’ve always done things on a whim. I just don’t feel like doing it anymore. It’s fine if you don’t want to take

After a few seconds, the former still could not figure out how best to

meal. When Sasha went back to the Oceanic Estate, she picked up her phone and texted the man who

you be able to

Darling: Why? What’s up?