Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

The housemaid brought Ian away with her.

He couldn’t be sure of the reason behind the odd feelings deep down, but he could feel an intimate gaze right behind him. Out of the blue, the familiar sensation he felt reminded him of their time on the yacht.

Previously, when she was imprisoned in the cabin, she had begged him similarly to get him to go to her so she could look at his fingers.

Suddenly, Ian turned around and looked at the weeping woman. “Bring it over to me!”

Sasha returned to her sprightly self and rushed over with the box of brownies in her hand.

“Ian… I’m not sure if you’re going to like it, but I assure you I made the brownies in a hygienic environment! I hope you’ll like it!”

She crouched in front of her son. Despite her teary eyes, she couldn’t suppress her joy.

Ian responded with a nod and headed upstairs with the box of brownies.

Truth be told, he had never had a brownie in his life because he was a member of the Hayes. Everything he had was of top-notch and premium qualities.

He took a peek at the pile of gooey-looking food and was surprised to smell a hint of honey.

After she handed it over to her son, Sasha departed with a bright grin of satisfaction.

and stopped her by all

told me

serious? Why

that had occurred. “She had dropped by with the excuse of checking on Mr. Hayes. Indeed, he fell asleep after the acupuncture session. She even handed Ian a box of homemade brownies. I

woman on the other end went dead silent. The housemaid could feel the wrath of Xandra through the phone because there was nothing apart from the

to

to be Mrs. Hayes again? I will never

room on the other end

“Ms. Green?”

It’s nothing! She’s a doctor Mr. Hayes has invited from abroad. Berta, you don’t have to be worried. Just take good care

that everything would be fine, winning the

were here, you did a great job managing the entire villa, making sure there’s food whenever Ian is back. Life is perfect with you around!

talk about it anymore, Berta. It was my fault anyway. Let’s stop blaming

naughty one! It’s not wrong to teach him a lesson when misbehaves! Don’t worry,

assured Xandra she

up the call, a vicious and chilling smile

…

a serving of dinner on the table for her. The children had long tucked themselves