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

staff was driving it when he came

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

It’s too 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

wasn’t about to let that

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

yesterday, his teacher had shown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in

hacked into the preschool principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the registered

left the receptionist in the dust, making his

small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in

Matteo were completely

their physical features looked alike, their temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic

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 times. There wasn’t a single trace of naivety or

is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo

for a cure for your

few moments. It was obvious that he still cared for his

he brought along

trying to give him the vaguest

finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his

nearly choked