The Love that Never Really Dies

“Daddy, are you having a fight with Mommy again? Why is she trying to run away from home?”

Sasha’s eyes widened in disbelief.

What does he mean by I’m trying to run away from home? I’m merely going back home, okay? Can Ian phrase his sentences properly and be mindful of his choice of words?

As soon as the startled Sasha took over the little boy’s smartwatch, she heard Sebastian’s low and hoarse voice. “What do you mean she’s running away from home? Where is she going?”

“I don’t know, Daddy!” Ian replied petulantly.

Sasha wanted to explain she would be making a trip back to her leased apartment instead of running away from home, but seconds after she lost herself in a train of thoughts, she heard the man’s voice from the other end of the conversation again.

Perhaps Sebastian was aware Ian was frustrated. He chuckled and instructed the little boy, “Ian, go tell the bodyguards to keep an eye on your mother, okay? Tell them if they let her get away, I’ll break their legs once I’m home.”

Sasha was completely stunned while her children rushed out of the room after they heard their father’s instructions.

They approached the bodyguards and repeated their father’s instructions to keep their mother grounded against her will.

That scum must have been possessed by an evil spirit, hasn’t he?

Sasha had no choice but to spend another day at the spacious villa with her beloved children.

In the evening, Sebastian finally arrived home.

after playing with her children, was about to sprint up the stairs. Unfortunately, it was

over and

“O-Oh… O-Okay…”

her steps over, holding

would bring some documents home and carry on

usually tag along with him, was

had handed over to her, Sasha stood right where she was rigidly and avoided the man’s gaze at all costs. She couldn’t wait to hand the things back to the

of breaking down, but

his chest high while delivering his instructions, muttering in a

a slender pair of legs had

herself and brought the documents upstairs as

She spent most of her time trimming the blooming flowers in the garden and decorated the entire villa with pots

was also the one who had placed two pots of flower with incandescent colors on the stairwell. As they

returned to his study, he switched on the light and

the room and asked, “W-Where should I put

table,” Sebastian replied gently as though he was afraid scaring

it didn’t stop the horrified woman from fleeing. After she placed the things on the table,

Sasha was merely a step away from the

I believe it’s time for us to talk about the things that

right where she

it