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.

came out for a minute. Oh, do you

your family? Your father’s staff was driving it when he came home just

cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank you, pretty lady.

you to be alone. Let me walk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t

about

he wanted to see

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

about Ian, the registered address was the

bunny and left the receptionist in the

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;

Matteo were completely different

and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic Ocean

other people because of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single trace of naivety or immaturity that should be found in

always as uptight

go home yet, Ian. We came here to look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to

boy was silent for a few moments. It was obvious that

whom he brought along today is supposed to cure

laughed awkwardly, trying to give him

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

nearly choked