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.

a look. Isn’t that her? She has been standing there for quite some time. Did you not

the subordinate pointed in the direction of the third floor where the intensive care

Devin was speechless.

rushed to his head as he quickly ran

he had ever run so

It was indeed Sabrina.

the hospital a while ago after

hospital and saw Devin sitting on the bench. However, she had

to the intensive

was rare to see Sabrina

in front of the glass window, looking at Solomon who was

of

truth was that she was

since she was little and would scold the

found out that she

and also the ones who almost killed her. Naturally, her hatred for

seemed to have

evil woman had died in the hands

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

why don’t I feel

her hand and placed it on the glass window, with her pale and

were removed. When she glanced over at him, she thought

right. No one noticed that Solomon looked like Dad since he was always wearing glasses. Perhaps he did not

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

“Sabrina?”