Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Are you having fun, Little Ian?”

“Mhm.”

Both of them were sitting in a small wooden boat that could seat only a parent and a child. It wasn’t powered by anything and could only move by manually pedaling and rowing the double oars. Hence, when Sasha pedaled, Ian would use his little hands to row the oars.

His face was flushed and perspiration coated his forehead, but his beautiful eyes were exceptionally bright, which was a stark contrast to his usual aloof self.

Sasha smiled along with him and continued pedaling vigorously, about to bring him to play some more. Just then, her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Madam, oh my God. What were you thinking? How could you kidnap Ian and run away like that? Goodness gracious, I really can’t… Please, come back quickly or you’ll be done for!”

The moment Sasha answered the call, Luke’s frenzied voice reached her ears.

Her expression fell as she asked, “What’s wrong? He knows? No… I didn’t kidnap Little Ian. He didn’t want to see his grandpa, so I brought him out with me. That’s all.”

Oh God, doesn’t she understand the gravity of the situation now?

Luke didn’t bother to elaborate further. Instead, he begged her to quickly bring Ian back and said that if she didn’t, she would never be allowed to see Ian again.

Sasha finally came to her senses and brought a very reluctant Ian back on shore.

“Little Ian, our fun stops here for today. You just fell sick, so you can’t play too much. Let’s go find Daddy now, okay?”

“Daddy?”

immensely intelligent child, so he instantly realized that something was off by listening to

she deemed inappropriate for a child’s ears. After coaxing him a little, she carried him back to the car, and

car drove into the

from Luke earlier, Sasha didn’t have the inclination to go in whatsoever.

Unfortunately…

“Ms. Nancy?”

I will bring you up,

boy beside her who still looked

one. I see you finally have some time to come

who he was. As soon as Sasha led him in, the front desk receptionist immediately came

never liked speaking, so he merely shot a fleeting glance at

for him, “Yes, his father asked me to bring him

this afternoon. Oh? I’ve never seen you before. Are you the

such a question after

that, Sasha’s

Nanny?

 She didn’t dare to acknowledge this child as her own at that moment. Besides, no one in this building knew that she was once the president’s wife and would have been the

her gaze as a self-deprecating smile played on her lips. Just when she was about to admit to being a nanny, the small hand she was holding abruptly tugged

“Let’s go!”

were extremely hostile as if someone

seeing this, Sasha did not waste a second, quickly bringing him to the elevator. Not long after, the front desk receptionist received a notice

for her dismissal was