The Love that Never Really Dies

By the time Sasha awoke, it was already dark.

Opening her eyes, she saw a dim yellow light above her head. When she noticed the unfamiliar surroundings, she was stunned and wondered where she was.

It wasn’t until she started moving that she heard the sound of water splashing from next door.

What’s that?

She got up at once.

“Dr. West, you’re awake. Did I disturb you?” Just when the flow of water stopped, a figure came out of the bathroom.

Sasha was briefly stunned before she recognized the person as one of the servants.

“No. What are you doing here? Where’s Mr. Hayes?”

When she finally remembered that this was his room, she quickly got up.

Oh no, how did I fall asleep? I was supposed to get him when I was ready with the equipment. But why did I end up sleeping instead? Furthermore, I even slept on his bed!

Beginning to panic, Sasha jumped off the bed at once.

“Mr. Hayes is chatting with Old Mr. Jadeson. Dr. West, Mr. Hayes has instructed that this will be your room. How would you like to decorate it? I’ll help you redo the place.”

“What?”

Sasha’s eyes opened wide in shock.

For me? Why? This is his room. Why is he giving it to me? Is it because I have slept on his bed?

skipped

about that as she had heard a piece of even more

Jonathan had arrived.

he was

I have to be given such a shock

Sasha began running out of the

you can throw

that, she rushed

before she came. Firstly, she had a daughter

downstairs

didn’t pay any heed to Sasha’s

she picked up the blanket that Sasha had dropped and began

wasn’t kidding

the past. But from now on, you will have to stay here if you

arrived downstairs, she

Oh no…

anxious, Sasha quickened her pace and saw two angry men

was never someone

naturally bad-tempered. Moreover,

a rebellious grandson, it was understandable for him to

tension in the living hall

to kneel and thank you for showing

“What did you say?”

me accountable? Jonathan Jadeson, I’m surprised you even have the

mockery. Staring at Jonathan, he looked at him