Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

When Sabrina woke up, it was already the next day.

Upon opening her eyes, she was met with the vintage aroma of the wooden bed frame. On top of her was a green gauze curtain billowing in the wind. Since her head was still aching, she couldn’t figure out where she was.

“Ms. Hayes, you’re finally awake. Are you feeling a bit better now?”

Seeing as she had woken up, a young man in glasses rushed over to her bedside.

Sabrina was baffled.

Isaac?

Why is he here?

Sabrina let out a frown as she rubbed her head.

Isaac hurriedly explained, “You were drinking at a bar yesterday. Subsequently, you went to your brother’s apartment and caused a ruckus. I brought you back here after you passed out.”

“My brother? Was he in Frontier Bay?”

Sabrina’s face turned ashen.

Hearing Isaac’s words, Sabrina thought she had gone to disturb Sebastian when she was drunk to argue about matters regarding “that man”.

Isaac shook his head.

“No, he was at his apartment. Did you forget? You were the one who guided me there.”

behavior yesterday was evoked to

have any effect on his impression of

breathed a sigh

from her bed. Wait, I know this

can’t believe this wimp brought me

of her and drank

drink cold water first thing in the morning. Not to mention, the weather is getting quite chilly recently. I’ve prepared hangover soup for you. You should drink that

to make

her head to glance

“What… What’s wrong?”

make hangover soup? Did you make it yourself?” Sabrina

capable of making

know are either as bossy

that there are actually

drink yesterday, I figured that you might have a headache when you wake up. Hence, I went to

some desserts. I’ll bring them to you once you’ve finished the hangover soup. They will help to warm your

continued to blabber to Sabrina about the

this world, a man like Isaac is a rare sight. He doesn’t possess any great ambitions. A life of serene with his

put it simply,

fond

end, Sabrina didn’t drink the hangover soup. She ignored Isaac and started heading toward

second thought,

wait for me! Ms.

Stop being a nudnik to me. I don’t