Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sasha’s hand froze on the door handle as she saw the boy. “Little Ian! You’re up! Why didn’t you go downstairs for breakfast? You’re not hungry? Why aren’t you wearing your jacket?”

Ian looked at her speechlessly and turned to leave.

Sasha was taken aback.

She hastened her steps behind the boy, wondering what he was up to early in the morning. She followed behind him closely as he went towards a hanging garden.

Wow! I can’t believe he has the entire playground in the garden to himself. I guess this is how rich people live.

Sasha brought breakfast over to the garden and put it on the marble garden table as she watched Ian play on his own.

“Little Ian, why don’t we have breakfast first? You can continue playing after you have eaten.”

“No!” Ian shouted.

Gosh, this boy is really giving me a hard time. It’s either he doesn’t talk, or he’s defiant when he does. I hope he’s like his younger brother. Matteo is way more obedient. He takes his meal like a good boy at least.

Sasha went over and squatted down beside Ian, thinking how she should get him to eat. “Little Ian, I’m sure you want to meet Daddy after breakfast? I promise I’ll bring you to him after you eat.”

“Promise?” The boy turned his head immediately and asked.

A smile broke on her face when she finally elicited a response from him.

they are usually extremely attached to one person. From his reaction, I’m

jealousy as she thought of

I will replace

finished the food Sasha made. When

everything?” she asked, looking around at

Sasha answered on Ian’s behalf

much food? That’s just a normal portion for

had a

would not eat a lot unless

the table and washing the dishes in the kitchen, Berta pulled out her phone and called Xandra. “Ms. Green, you have no idea what I just

high-pitched voice rang from the

to the ground as Xandra clenched the scissors in her

left on the table from yesterday so he could go to work without having to worry about Ian. After he went out, I cooked something simple for Ian. As expected, he refused to eat it. I was thinking it would be a good chance to ask you to come over and make some food for him, but the woman came again and spoiled

was obvious that she hated Sasha to the bone

flowers quietly as she thought about what she should do. She maneuvered the whetted scissors in her hands agilely, snipping off one flower after another

Berta called out after a prolonged

said, putting down her

Ian. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so nice to

see you around.” Xandra hung up