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.

subordinate pulled him toward the lobby. “Take a look. Isn’t that her? She has been standing there for quite some

direction of the third floor where the intensive care unit

Devin was speechless.

his head as he quickly ran

also the first time he had ever run so eagerly to that

It was indeed Sabrina.

while ago after renting a helicopter

saw Devin sitting on

to

rare to see

window, looking at Solomon who was on

kind of feeling

was that she was

hated the woman since she was little and would scold

she had a son, she

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

have ended once and for

had died in the hands of her

was lying in front of her, about to disappear forever from this

why don’t

on the glass window, with her pale and slender

features were clearer after his glasses were removed. When she glanced over at

wearing glasses. Perhaps he did not want people to notice it,

wrapped in gauze. Finally, as an old face full of wrinkles overlapped with Solomon’s youthful one, her eyes

“Sabrina?”