Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Ms. Green?

Who is that? She made honey lemonade for that little bore?

Matteo tilted his head curiously and looked at Berta, and then at his father, who seemed displeased about the unwelcomed guest.

“I didn’t ask her to come. Send her back,” Sebastian rejected coldly.

“But she made the honey lemonade herself, and she brought it all the way here, Mr. Hayes. You know how bad Ian’s cough gets in the winter. Only honey lemonade works for him, so why not just let Ms. Green in?”

Berta was trying all she could to persuade Sebastian.

The hard look on the latter’s face softened a little after hearing what she said.

It was true that he had a short temper, but in matters related to Ian’s health, he would always be extra careful. He knew his son’s seasonal cough had long been a bugging problem, so he finally caved and allowed Berta to let Xandra in.

“Hi, Sebastian. Hi, Ian. Y’all having lunch?” Xandra greeted them on her way in.

She was wearing an off-white sweater on top of a beige plaid winter skirt. Without any heavy makeup on her face, she looked a little pale and tired.

“Are you okay, Ms. Green? You don’t look well!” Berta quickly came over and took the bag of honey lemonade from her hands.

Berta. I was down with a little cold two days ago,”

but Sebastian remained unmoved and continued eating. He saw Matteo looking at Xandra and knocked his knuckles against the table.

his spoon

Who is this woman?

doesn’t look like she’s poor though. But why is she dressed like this? It’s so cold in the winter! I bet she’s putting up a front

his lips

one side with her face downcast when Sebastian ignored her. She drew closer to the dining table and pulled

a pair of gloves for

big deal for someone of Xandra’s standing to make a pair of wool gloves

out the gloves. “These are exquisite, Ms. Green! I can’t believe you made them yourselves! This is much better than the ones sold in the stores. Check this out, Mr.

Sebastian, who cocked his head aside and took a cursory glance at the

without a doubt that they were beautifully made. From the design and the details, Sebastian could tell that Xandra spent a lot of time making them. It looked

as he retracted his

and picked the gloves up before turning towards Matteo. “Ian, why don’t I put them

as he reached

mine anyway. I’ll just accept

done putting on the gloves for Matteo, a cry came from outside.

Little Ian’s