Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

In the end, Benedict was the one to end the call.

However, before he did, he reminded Edmund to quickly take Sabrina back to Yorksland once she recovered.

That was what Edmund planned to do as well.

Yet, when Sabrina returned to the waking world, he realized there was something different about her.

One morning, when Edmund came to the local hospital and was about to head to Sabrina’s ward, a nurse walked over and told him, “Mr. Cooper, Ms. Sabrina has woken up. However, she’s not displaying any signs of negative emotions like you said she would. She’s rather quiet.”

Edmund froze.

Quiet?

He did not quite believe in the nurse’s words. After all, from the moment he got to know about her, he had only seen her being anxious and angry.

With that thought in mind, Edmund came to her ward.

Like the nurse had said, he was greeted with the sight of a conscious Sabrina when he entered the room.

Oddly, she was looking out of the window, neither crying nor kicking up a fuss. It was as if she was in a whole different world from him.

She never even made any sign that indicated her noticing his entrance.

“Ms. Sabrina?”

a beat as

turned around

what

into her empty, dead eyes as he digested the emotionless words that left her lips a second ago. His heartbeat, which had

just wanted to ask how you’re feeling. Are you

said before turning her head to

there anything

was no. What was outside were the tall buildings of Bellridge and the

flowering period was around June and

was not how the fire

mid-fall in Zarain. The tree that would have caught the attention of many during summer had nothing but yellowing leaves billowing

was just like what Sabrina

while, he walked over to her bed and tentatively suggested, “If you’re fine, then let’s discharge and go back, shall we? Your brother has called a few times by now. If we don’t go back soon,

the woman agreed, much

eyes as his heart sank even

we go back, can I take a trip to the forest? I want to take a look at the place he…was last at,”

that he was dead, for she had described the forest as the place he was

to the point his knuckles turned white, but in

to the forest Devin was last at. On their way there, the warm sun let its

like the sun was taunting

of

his car near a stop

has forbidden anyone from entering this place because of your husband’s incident. If you want to go in, we’ll have to