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.

Wand took the children upstairs very early. What would you like

eat something. Lately, when he comes home late every day and sees that Ms. Wand isn’t asleep yet,

rejected

fine. Go

he climbed

and

third floor after putting down his notebook and changing into a set

the corridor and unclasped the watch encircling his wrist, stuffing it into the pocket of his pants. Then he languidly descended the dimly

and

reaching the second floor, he went

door and peeked in to see that the little figure on the

that, he went to check on Matteo and

which was befitting of his lively and mischievous temperament. Sebastian covered him with the blanket again and turned the temperature higher before

Sebastian didn’t go

it and went to the room furthest in the back—Sasha’s

rustling noise could be heard coming from the bedroom. Sebastian’s brows shot

Asleep, huh?

he reached out to

about to pretend to sleep,

the man walk in with wide eyes. Her cheeks

looking at your phone in the dark? Are you

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

heart to lurch in her

I-I-I was about to sleep, but then I received a message on

“Who’s it from?”

squeaking out a name.

Willow?

a brow and

What’s he doing?