The Love that Never Really Dies

Right after he entered the house, he felt warm light enveloping him, as well as the alluring smell of food in the air. Even though the size of the apartment was only a little smaller than sixty square meters, it was very comforting.

What the heck? This dump is actually quite cozy.

He strode into the apartment and sauntered over to the worn-out sofa.

“Daddy, do you want some water? I can pour some for you,” Matteo offered sensibly. As soon as he reached home, he immediately thought of pouring a drink for his daddy.

Sebastian accepted his offer, of course.

At that moment, he took a seat on the sofa. As he waited for his son to get water for him, he took the time to examine this rundown apartment that was not even big enough for his bedroom.

He came too late last night. There was no time to check out the place.

When he woke up in the morning, it had been chaotic, and he missed the chance again.

While the man sank into his thoughts, Sasha had already gone into the kitchen. She heard from her son that the three of them had not had their dinner yet, so of course she had to get them something to eat.

But when she looked into the refrigerator, she found herself running short for ideas.

“You… haven’t eaten either?”

She stepped out of the kitchen, cast a glance at the man on the sofa, and asked him hesitantly.

Sebastian happened to be drinking water at that time. He turned when he heard her, and his gaze naturally fell on her person.

How unsightly!

at the back. Her shoulder-length short hair was not even combed properly. She simply

appearances? Has she forgotten that she’s the daughter of a noble family? What

Sebastian frowned.

he did not

eyes, his mind drew up a peculiar image. He came home very late one night and, when she suddenly opened the door for him,

felt

arched his brows, “What

dinner? How is it

else came up. What’s wrong?

“No, it’s not that…”

Sasha quickly denied.

she would not have run out of food. This was her house. She kept it well-stocked. She just wanted to confirm whether he really wanted to stay for

she had gotten a definite

the kitchen again and proceeded to worry about

had bought a lot of shrimps and pasta dough that afternoon just to

He was not a fan of seafood, spicy food, and even Asian cuisine. So what could she make

I should make him some

at a

two days ago, they were considering a divorce. She yearned so much for the day to come when she would have nothing to do

bones, even if they kept reminding themselves that they did not care of it

of meatball ravioli for

As for Sebastian?

made him a pot of vegetable broth and some homemade rolls, cut up evenly. In addition to that, she even had an orange peeled and

“Dinner’s ready!”

on the table, they all cheered, forks and knives already in