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

subordinate pointed in the direction of the third

Devin was speechless.

his head

time he had

It was indeed Sabrina.

a while ago after

arriving at the hospital, she had passed by the garden in front of the hospital and saw Devin sitting on the bench. However, she had walked past him without a second glance

she came to the intensive

the nights of Turlen. It was rare to see Sabrina wearing a black coat and a

of the glass window, looking at

of

truth was that she was

remembered the woman who ruined her family. Sabrina had hated the woman since she was little and would scold the latter every time she came to their house decked

that she had a son, she

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

to have ended once

had died in

lying in front of her, about

don’t I

raised her hand and placed it on the glass window, with her pale and slender fingers covering his familiar

were removed. When she glanced

that Solomon looked like Dad since he was always wearing glasses. Perhaps he did not

Sabrina’s gaze fell on his neck, which was fully wrapped in gauze. Finally, as an old face full

“Sabrina?”