Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

He had received her message but did not reply to it.

He reached for the keyboard on his phone, but he was at a loss for words. After hovering over the keyboard for a while, he finally typed a word.

Devin: Sabrina.

The moment he sent out his message, a red exclamation mark appeared on the chat.

Devin was dumbfounded.

After a few seconds, he came to a sudden realization. At once, he felt like a bucket of ice water was poured down his head, freezing him from head to toe. His expression paled as he looked at the exclamation mark.

It turned out that she had blocked him.

Time flew by quickly, and it was almost midnight. The hospital was eerily quiet, and the lights in the garden seemed to have darkened. Even the humidity that permeated the air seemed palpable.

Touching his cold face, he finally stood up from the bench and dragged himself into the hospital lobby.

“Major, where were you?”

He was slightly surprised to see a subordinate rushing toward him immediately.

Devin’s lips twitched a little, and he wanted to respond but could not utter a word due to his parched throat.

The subordinate continued, “Ms. Hayes is here, Major. Did you see her when you were outside? She has already gone to Solomon’s intensive care unit.”

“What did you say?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

There was finally a hint of emotion on his impassive face.

him toward the lobby. “Take a look. Isn’t that her? She has been standing

direction of the

Devin was speechless.

to his head

time he had ever run so eagerly to that

It was indeed Sabrina.

reached the hospital a while ago after renting a helicopter

of the hospital and saw Devin sitting on the bench. However, she had walked past him without a second glance

came to the

Turlen. It was rare to see Sabrina wearing a black coat and a black beret on

front of the glass window, looking at Solomon

of

truth was that she

had hated the woman since she was little and would scold the latter every time she came to their house decked

when she found out that she had a son, she hated

the ones to blame for her father’s death and also the ones who almost killed her. Naturally,

to have ended

had died in

of her,

why don’t I feel

glass window, with her pale and

removed. When she glanced over at him,

since he was always wearing glasses. Perhaps he did not want people to notice it, or maybe

which was fully wrapped in gauze. Finally, as an old face full of wrinkles overlapped with Solomon’s youthful one, her eyes turned misty as tears began to stream down her

“Sabrina?”