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

sneered derisively as he countered with a question of his

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

overt brashness and proclivity for

who Sabrina was. When she recalled the absurdity of her own conduct here at the bar, her nails nearly dug their

walked toward

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

a sharp question which made Devin freeze in

don’t even have the answer to that yourself. Otherwise, why would you have helped me

A crisp

this moment, the mood of this otherwise

to settle down for a meal

own appearance, but

suggested the seriousness of

“Sab..”

bar. I don’t

looked at the scene outside the window, she spoke up so suddenly that

a couple of days into operation. What’s

placed her cup

I’ve always done things on a

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

she picked up her phone and texted the man who had yet

be

Darling: Why? What’s up?