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.

us,” he interrupted him sharply. “Let

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

trembling. But one look at the pale child steadied her nerves as she knew that the boy

Ian looked much

it still hurt, Ian?”

it doesn’t.” Ian shook his head as

Bending over, she kissed his forehead and tucked his blanket

up, alright? I’ll

over her shoulder at his

her.

yell at her!” Ian sat up as though he sensed Sebastian’s

followed Sebastian out of the room and up a flight of stairs, which took them to the third floor of the villa. Then, he stopped and turned around to address her.

What?

flush crawl up her cheek and

I—I don’t think I will. You have a good shower. I’ll wait for you out here,” she mumbled, frantically searching for a way

across his thin lips before he entered the

dismissed, and the villa quickly became quiet

floor. As she gazed at the garden below, it seemed like an

received a