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.

for a minute. Oh, do you know who the car outside belongs to,

was driving it when he came home just now,” she

beamed; his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay!

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

about to let

to see for himself what the real

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

for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was currently

faster than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making

into his collar. He ignored the food

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 Ocean just like 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

like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to

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

boy was silent for a few moments. It

brought along today is

awkwardly, trying to give him

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

choked