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.

out for a minute. Oh, do you

was driving it when he came home

cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank you, pretty lady. I’ll be

restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The receptionist

Matteo wasn’t about

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

had shown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in the photo looked like Matteo, but his

the preschool principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was currently

spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to

collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father’s assistant, “Mr.

were

were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine,

by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single trace of naivety or immaturity that should be found

Mr. Ian? I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling sorry

look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t

was silent for a few moments. It

along

trying to give him the

finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his food. “If that’s the

nearly choked