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!

you thinking? Are you crazy? How could you lose your temper in front

little bundle. “Ian, I’m sorry. I was wrong for losing my temper and yelling at you. More importantly, I shouldn’t have broken the promise I

There was no reply.

not budge. It seemed like the child

could not help but feel

character or because Sebastian kept instilling in him what it meant to be a man, the boy rarely showed his vulnerable side in front of

too fast. At the age of five, the times he had cried could

was currently wrapped up in his blanket,

refused to come out of his fort. So, he decided to open up the blanket himself. “Ian, please come out. I promise you that I will never argue

his coaxing

satisfy the kid, for the crying gradually

you… really

was hiding in there, tears had streamed down his face while snot ran down his nose, the sight of which completely upended his

reason anymore. We had a disagreement today because she took you out when

His teary eyes had

did not shed

believe him, so he pulled him out from under the covers and into his

get you washed up. It’s

“But she’s already mad.”

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