Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Back then, he had brought Xandra back home and declared his love for her in front of Frederick. And now, he was dragging her back there. Was he not afraid that Sasha would mess up his relationship with that woman again?

As soon as her voice died away, the scum got up from the chair.

“How dare you? Don’t think too highly of yourself, Sasha. It makes no difference to me whether you are dead or alive. Even if you did not show up today, I would have taken your dead body back with me.”

There was a gleam of hostility in his bloodshot eyes as he spoke his mind.

Sasha clenched her fists tightly until her knuckles turned white. She squeezed her eyes shut and remained silent.

What is there to look forward to after five years?

Do I expect him to say something nice to me?

Very quickly, Sasha was taken to a cabin on the lower deck of the ship. Not long afterward, the ship left the pier and set sail.

It turned out that this boat was the means of transportation for them.

She did not dwell on the matter since she knew there was no point for her to struggle anymore. After they locked her up in the cabin, Sasha lay on the small bed and fell asleep.

“Ian, you shouldn’t. It’s dangerous…”

“Quiet! Get out of my way!”

She woke up to the sound of her stomach growling and the argument outside the cabin.

Vaguely, she also heard a child’s voice.

voice?

open immediately, and within that second, she was awake like

ship, and they were setting off to where they came from. It wouldn’t be a surprise that Ian would also be on

leaped with ecstasy at the thought of that. She hopped out of bed and

and sure enough, she saw two figures standing

The other figure standing next to him was short and cute. He was wearing a khaki blue coat with a black woolen

none other than

Sasha’s eyes as she looked at the

“Little Ian? Little Ian?”

“Who is it?”

ship rail, turned his head when he heard someone calling his

annoyance came across his face for

wildly at him from the small cabin. “Here, Little Ian. Mom… It’s me,

it slip

caught sight of her, but he did not look as surprised as she hoped he would be. On the contrary, he was expressionless. There was a

“Who are you?”

time, we should get back. Otherwise, you’ll be punished

the bodyguard stepped in front

became anxious at once and said, “Little Ian, it’s me. We’ve

child at the window, hoping that he would remember

remembered after being

“It’s you!”

you come over here so that I can have a