Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Edmund couldn’t believe his ears since Benedict actually acknowledged he was the one at fault for the first time.

He went dead silent when he recalled the sort of capabilities Benedict possessed. Otherwise, his father couldn’t have sorted out the issue on his behalf so soon.

It turns out I’ve underestimated him again! He’s way more influential than I think he is! If a member of the Senate is capable of this, what about the ones hiding behind the scene? Is his superior far more capable than him?

He tried his best to remain calm in spite of feeling overwhelmed. In the end, he agreed to return with his so-called father under one condition.

“She’s quite a pain in the ass since she’s not really in her right mind for most of the time. I’m afraid none of you can take her away against her will. I’ll get in touch with her brother and get him to pick her up.”

“Well, I guess it’s fine.”

Benedict agreed and departed from the hotel shortly after he wrapped up the session with his son.

Meanwhile, Edmund returned to the side of Sabrina shortly after the departure of his father. He asked, “Ms. Sabrina, what are you doing?”

Sabrina was occupied with something. She remarked while staring at the map in front of her, “Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m trying to plan your escape route?”

She was there throughout his conversation with his so-called father. To his surprise, she seemed to have considered the possibility of Benedict trying something else instead of sending him to Yorksland as promised.

Standing next to the woman, he felt great for the first time in a while and murmured in an intimate manner, “Ms. Sabrina…”

wife, but Sabrina, who wasn’t aware of the

using a secret route? As long as we

“Are you serious?”

eyes. It was evident the man

In fact, it was because she had faith in those she deemed reliable, including the man next to her. Therefore, she

her the route using the map he had installed. Ten minutes later, they took a detour to the mall

the mall, Edmund drafted

her up

the hell is going

came across the

woman marched out of the fitting room with Gothic clothes. Subsequently, he complimented

intrigued and found out it was his fault for not acknowledging the sort of affection he had for when he

he was brought

freak because of her preferences. Unwilling to be considered a freak,

him, he had long fallen for the woman he

the middle of touching up her look, flushed when she

never heard others praising her for being herself. Thus, she stammered in return, “W-What are you talking

order to get herself out of the awkward situation, she brought