Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Is something wrong, Mommy? What happened?”

Seeing that his mother had been away for a little too long, Matteo went into the house to check on her. When he saw how angry she was, his brow furrowed with concern.

Is that bad guy bullying Mommy again? He’s making her so mad.

“It’s alright, Matt. Erm… I want to discuss something with you… Do you and your sister want to go back to great-aunt’s place?”

Sasha knelt in front of her son and kept a tight lid on her emotions as she discussed the matter carefully with him.

There was no point for her to hide now. Her next move was to rescue Willow from the scum’s hands.

It was definitely impossible for her to bring the children along, and she couldn’t leave them here alone, either. It would be too dangerous. She couldn’t rule out the possibility of both children being discovered by the scum.

Therefore, the only way was to send them back to their homeland so he wouldn’t find them.

Matteo looked at his mother and asked, “Go back to great-aunt’s place? Do you mean back to our homeland? Is Mommy coming with us too?”

“Yes, I am. But a little later than you. I will arrange for someone to send you and your sister back first, okay?”

“Okay. Mommy, you must come soon.”

soft-pedaled his mother’s decision in sending him and his sister

the flights for her two children and contacted another trustworthy friend to take

later, at a

and puffed as she sped all the way. Finally, she caught sight of Willow being tied up and dangled

That monster!

dashed onto

go of her now. Why did you tie her up? I’m the one you’re looking for. Let

would have stabbed the monster if she had

finally appeared from the ship after

cries of a woman bounded by ropes filled the air. But the crazy man stood nonchalantly with a glass of red

suit, and his white shirt was neatly pressed. His outfit made him seemed even more dashing and domineering. After stepping onto the deck, he sat lazily on a chair that

“You’ve finally showed up?”

a deep breath and suppressed the

back with you? Fine,

not finished playing

With her fists clenched, she

was finally

“I’m sorry, Nancy…”

rubbed raw from the tight ropes,

on the back. “It’s alright.