The Love that Never Really Dies

“Huh?” Sasha stared at her dumbly.

Wait, I agreed to go with Brandon?

I guess I did? I can’t even remember. Alright then. Since he’s helped me in the past, this is just me returning the favor.

Sasha nodded absent-mindedly. “Mm, Sebastian’s father asked me to go as well.”

“Ah, I see. I’ll inform Mr. Hayes about this-”

“No, no, it’s fine. I-I-I’ll tell him myself. Don’t worry and just go back to work.” Sasha immediately turned the housemaid down, then got up from the ground and went back in.

Wendy was at a loss for words.

Forget it. Since Mr. Hayes Sr. asked her to go, then I guess I don’t have to tell his son about this.

Wendy decided to just let it be.

…

It was slightly past nine when Sebastian returned from work.

Because it was year end, there were lots of matters to settle at the company. Hence, he had been coming back at this hour for quite a long time.

However, when he came home that night, the petite figure who would usually be huddled on the sofa watching TV in the living room was nowhere in sight. The first floor of the enormous villa returned to being desolate once again.

“Mr. Hayes, welcome back.”

“Mm, where are they?”

While changing his shoes, Sebastian asked the housemaid with a frown on his face.

hurriedly explained, “They should be asleep. After dinner tonight, Ms. Wand took the children upstairs very early. What would you like to

day and sees that Ms. Wand isn’t asleep yet, he’d ask her to make something for

rejected Wendy’s

fine. Go

he climbed the

didn’t insist and went

master bedroom on the third floor after putting down his notebook and changing into a set

and unclasped the watch encircling his wrist, stuffing it into the pocket

so early and

second floor, he went to

figure on the bed was indeed sound asleep. Then he closed the door with a

went to check

and mischievous temperament. Sebastian covered him with

Sebastian didn’t go into

went to the room furthest in the

as the door creaked open, a rustling noise could be heard coming from the bedroom. Sebastian’s brows shot toward his hairline

Asleep, huh?

he reached out

was about to pretend to sleep,

eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as though she had been

Why were you looking at your

hands into his pockets, wearing a laid-back expression on his

Sasha’s heart to lurch in

about to sleep, but then I

“Who’s it from?”

nervously before squeaking

Willow?

a brow

What’s he doing?