Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sasha panicked and dashed over in an instant. “Why are we using saline?” she demanded. “Why isn’t he on a drip? What’s going on?” She fired off one question after another without giving the bodyguard time to respond.

Unbeknownst to her, Ian had an unusual lymphatic system whereby drips would actually do more harm than good. During the years when Sebastian cared for him, he had been erring on the side of caution.

When Sasha threw open the door after she bounded up the stairs, the scene that greeted her was not what she expected.

“Come on, another bite. When you’ve finished, you’re in for a special treat.”

“Really, Daddy? Can she come back again?” pleaded the child.

“Of course, my boy,” answered Sebastian.

He could not have been more different than his usual haughty and domineering self. Sasha watched as he patiently coaxed the squirming boy, who was doing his best to avoid the spoon. Sebastian is actually a pretty good father.

Steeling herself, she entered the room and stood before him. “Let me do it. A jab will work better to stop the diarrhea.”

When Sebastian looked up at her, Sasha couldn’t help but shudder. His eyes were filled with rage as if her intrusion greatly offended him.

However, his son’s health was the more pressing matter at hand, so he held his emotions back. As he placed the boy back onto the bed, his expression softened.

“Mr. Hayes, I…” one of the doctors started.

interrupted him sharply. “Let

on the receiving end of his temper. Meanwhile, he watched intently as Sasha prepared the equipment. She could feel

daring to look behind her, she clenched her fists to stop herself from trembling. But one look at the pale child steadied her nerves as she knew

minutes, Ian looked

hurt, Ian?” Sasha asked

his head as

she kissed his forehead and tucked

to rest up, alright? I’ll come back

over her

her.

up as though

a flight of stairs, which took them to the third floor of the villa. Then, he stopped and turned around to address her. “I’m going in for a bath.

What?

crawl up

will. You have a good shower. I’ll wait for you out here,” she mumbled, frantically searching for a way out of her embarrassment. Locating the door, she bolted out of there like a hare in a

leave with a smirk across his thin lips before he

were dismissed, and the villa quickly became quiet again, with only a

on the third floor. As she gazed at the garden below, it seemed like an enticing place, so she went down and

she received a