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 the car

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

cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank

restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The receptionist scrambled out of her seat,

about to let

Ian”, and he wanted to see for himself what the

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

search for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse

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 of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father’s assistant,

were completely

Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then

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 in a normal

as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself,

cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your father to be cured?” Luke told

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

along today

trying to give him the

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

choked