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.

I just came out for a minute. Oh, do you know who

it belong to your family? Your father’s staff was driving it when he came home just now,” she

his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay!

is going to

about to

him as “Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to see for himself what the real Mr.

who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in the photo looked like Matteo,

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

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

was sitting like 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

Matteo were completely different

their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of

Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single trace of naivety

he always as uptight like an

for a cure for your father’s

few moments. It was obvious that he

the woman whom he brought along today is supposed

trying to give

eyebrows together and finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his food. “If that’s the case, then tell

nearly choked