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 know who

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

cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank you, pretty

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 seat, worried that

about

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

shown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to

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

receptionist in the dust, making

tucked into his collar. He

and Matteo were

opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of

was not talkative, and 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 immaturity that should be found

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

to look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to be

boy was silent for a few moments. It was obvious that he still cared

he brought along today

Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to

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

choked