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

for her two children and

an hour later, at

she sped all the way. Finally, she caught sight of Willow being tied up and dangled on the outer deck.

That monster!

absolutely livid. She got out of the car, dashed onto

Why did you tie her up? I’m

and she would have stabbed the monster

finally appeared from the ship

cold winds cut like a knife. The piteous cries of a woman bounded by ropes filled the air. But the crazy man stood nonchalantly with a glass of red wine in 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 was set out by his men

“You’ve finally showed up?”

a deep breath and suppressed

to go back

finished

tightly. With her fists clenched, she told herself not to argue

finally released, and Sasha boarded the

“I’m sorry, Nancy…”

from the tight ropes, Willow sobbed guiltily in

“It’s alright. You don’t have to