Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 30

She actually knows what she’s doing!

He had this particular thought in his mind seconds before falling into a deep slumber.

It had been ages since he last slept so soundly.

“He’s finally asleep.”

Sasha let out a sigh of relief. For a second, she thought it wouldn’t work because his symptoms were so severe that she doubted if she could administer the second needle to its precise acupoint.

Thankfully, everything went according to her plan.

She wanted to take a break, but the moment she pulled the needles away, Sebastian’s head tilted and hung down limply.

Seeing that the man was finally deep asleep, she instinctively reached out to cut his head to prevent him from hurting himself.

Thankfully, she managed to stop him in time, but she could feel his cheek on her palm.

However, the moment his cheek landed on her palm, Sasha felt a numbing yet warming sensation. Horrified, she jolted her hand away as though his head a hot potato.

She couldn’t help but find it hilarious because she had warned herself to consider him a stranger in her life. Nevertheless, her reaction to such an unintentional act was beyond her comprehension.

Gone was the arrogant and egoistic man. In his deep slumber, Sasha noticed he seemed relaxed. The frown had vanished. He looked like the perfect gentle with flawless skin, ethereal features and a pair of deep-set eyes with thick eyelashes.

couldn’t peel her eyes away. She was reminded of that young man sleeping under the magnolia tree a

“Has he fallen asleep?”

“Huh?”

she heard the voice of the little boy behind her. Ian walked over nonchalantly and had his eyes glued to his father on

he’s asleep, Ian. Why are you here

pulled herself together and kept

boy paid no heed to her and made his

but he had always been a boy of few words because

to worry about him. Since I’m here, he’ll

“Really?”

doctor? I have cured every single patient who has visited me! A mere sleeping disorder isn’t much of an issue

to her, Sasha shared the

shared her tales of wonders with Ian, the little

poker face. He was about to return to his

“Ian, are

time

would pay no heed to her query again. Perhaps he was grateful she treated his father’s sleeping disorder that had been bothering

she went after her son and asked, “Can I walk back to your room? I’m

“Thanks, but no thanks!”

getting her hopes high a

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