Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 64

As Ian lifted his head to stare at Sebastian, the man actually saw traces of anger and resentment in his eyes. He had never seen his son like that before.

Resentment? Does Ian resent me? Does he hate his own daddy?

Sebastian’s temper finally rose at that thought. His face darkened as he loomed over his son. “What do you mean I don’t keep my promises? What did I do now?”

“You scolded her!”

“Who? Sasha? After all this time, you’re still defending her! Yes, I scolded her. What about it? Have I promised you that I won’t argue with her? Ian, have you forgotten that you’re my son? Have you forgotten that I was the one who raised you?”

When Sebastian finally came to a realization, an overwhelming pang of jealousy exploded within him, and he couldn’t help but bellow at the child in a loud voice.

Ian was utterly frightened!

He had never seen his father so scary before. The boy’s face turned pale as tears began to flow out of his beady eyes that were still glaring at his daddy.

“I hate you! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

With as much strength as he could muster, he tossed the toy he had been holding in his hand at his father. Then, he darted to his bed, where he proceeded to wrap himself tightly in the blanket.

Sebastian was dumbfounded.

It took some time for him to come to his senses. After that, he turned to look at the bundle on the bed, where a child’s whimpering could be heard. How he wished to slap himself in the face at that moment!

Are you crazy? How could you lose

forward and stood by the bedside as he contemplated his next move. Then, he leaned in and sat down next to the little bundle. “Ian, I’m sorry. I

There was no reply.

It seemed like the

could not help but feel an ounce of

crybaby to begin with. Perhaps because of his character or because Sebastian kept instilling in him what it meant to be a man, the

of five, the

currently wrapped up in his

decided to open up the blanket himself. “Ian, please come out. I promise you that I will never argue

hoped his coaxing

that seemed to satisfy the kid,

you… really

the blanket almost immediately. It was clear as day that, while he was hiding in there, tears had streamed down his face while snot ran down

as he took in his son’s face, but he suppressed his emotions. “Of course, I won’t quarrel with her for no reason anymore. We had a disagreement today because she took you out when you were still recovering from your illness. I was worried, so I merely reminded her

eyes had

did not

boy had chosen to believe him, so he

get you washed up. It’s time for

“But she’s already mad.”

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