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.

but they are usually extremely attached to one person. From his reaction, I’m sure he’s very fond of Sebastion. I bet he can’t even live

pouted her lips in jealousy as she thought

Hayes, I will replace you in

When Berta came over to clean up, she was surprised to see all

she asked, looking around

he ate everything. What’s the matter?” Sasha answered on Ian’s behalf as she looked at

just a normal portion for kids. Or is

Ian had

would not eat a lot unless Sebastian

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

A high-pitched voice rang from

the scissors in her hand

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

to the bone and could not wait to

She maneuvered the whetted scissors in her hands agilely, snipping off one flower after

out

that woman. I’m fine as long as Ian is eating,” Xandra said, putting down her

kind of you to care so much for Ian. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so nice to her. But it’s okay, we still have a lot of

around.” Xandra hung up and threw her phone