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.

right! I just came out for a minute. Oh, do you know who the car outside belongs

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

his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank you,

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

Matteo wasn’t about to

and he wanted to see for himself what the real

was transferring to their

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

bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way

of the fancy restaurant, dressed in a small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in front of

and Matteo were

If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then Ian was a mini Arctic Ocean just like

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

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

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

boy was silent for a few moments. It

he brought along today is supposed to

awkwardly, trying to

digging into his food. “If that’s the

nearly choked on