Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

An hour later, Matteo arrived at the Hilton hotel.

Even though he was smart for his age, he was still a kid, so it took some time for him to arrive at his destination.

Thankfully, he quickly spotted a car in the hotel parking lot that was the same one the men in black had driven when they took his mother away from the hospital. His heart skipping a beat in excitement, he made his way to the hotel lobby.

“Hi, pretty lady! I’d like to ask who that car outside belongs to?”

The receptionist, a young woman, lowered her head to see an adorable five-year-old boy standing on his tiptoes and peeking over the counter. With a fluffy head of dark hair and large, curious eyes, he looked like a handsome young protagonist from a Disney animation.

Isn’t… Isn’t this Ian, the young boy who lives in our hotel’s penthouse suite?

She stammered, “Mr. I-Ian? Why are… you here? Weren’t you just at the restaurant?”

Huh?

Mr. Ian?

Matteo quickly picked up that something was off.

So, he pulled a tall stool over and climbed onto it, resting his elbows on the reception counter as he smiled brightly at the young woman whose cheeks went red.

minute. Oh,

it belong to your family? Your father’s staff was driving it

chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank

dangerous for you to be alone. Let me walk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The receptionist scrambled out of her seat, worried that the boy might get lost if

wasn’t about to let

him as “Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to see for

them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in the photo

information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that

in the dust, making his way to the hotel’s

the perfect gentleman in the middle of the fancy restaurant, dressed in a small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression

and Matteo were completely different

If Matteo was a refreshing ball of

was not talkative, and he didn’t like being around other people because of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all

so that’s Mr. Ian? I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an

for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to be cured?” Luke

boy was silent for a few moments. It was obvious

woman whom he brought along today is supposed

awkwardly, trying to give him

digging into his food. “If that’s the case, then tell him not to

nearly choked