Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“What happened to you?”

Sebastian’s gaze swept over her wet hair and rumpled clothes.

Sasha was still wearing the same clothes from when she went to his office in the afternoon. They weren’t particularly special clothes, but at the very least they were clean and dry.

Was she robbed or something? Why does she look like this?

And what’s wrong with her face?

Sebastian looked at her closely with a more critical gaze. Her appearance was rather presentable. Although she wasn’t as pretty as Xandra, her features were still fairly attractive in their own right. Her eyes stood out especially, looking bright and clear like jewels sparkling under the moonlight.

But now, those eyes were swollen and red. What happened?

“It’s nothing. The wind was really strong when I was coming in,” Sasha explained curtly.

She didn’t stop to consider if his question was out of concern for her. After all, why would he be? What a joke! He was probably just scared that she might lose control of her emotions again and disturb his work, or something else along those lines.

Brushing a stray lock of hair aside, she asked impatiently, “Have you decided where you want to be while you I perform the procedure on you?”

He felt a flash of anger at the woman’s ignorance but decided to show no sign of it as he left the study without another word.

Sasha following behind him.

arrived at a large bedroom decorated entirely in monochrome colors. As they walked in, Sebastian picked up a remote control and turned on

did a

Is this his bedroom?

uneasy and disgusted, remembering that another woman used to sleep in this very

Sebastian went to the closet to take a blanket, Sasha only

Huh?

tried to take another look, a white towel

your hair off with this.” Pausing for a moment, Sebastian seemed to realize that his gesture

a moment before finally placing the towel over

people were more prone to fall sick after standing in the rain, especially during this time of the year. Even though she escaped death a few years ago, she had given birth to three premature babies at once. As a result, her health was already severely compromised, and

she wasn’t really in a position

finally dried, Sasha felt much more comfortable.

“Have you slept today?”

“No.”

“What about your medication?”

“I have taken it…”

between a doctor and a

“Your arm, please. I

slightly to stare at her outstretched hand. Her slim, pale fingers were slightly red at the joints. After a long