Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

In the end, Yasmin turned her bicycle around and left.

Zaylynn was over the moon at Yasmin's retreat. She ran after the two boys with bouncy steps.

“Let's not eat the cafeteria food. I've already asked the cook to prepare something for us separately. Wait here for me. I'll run over there real quick to retrieve the food.”

She saw Ian had already sat down at an empty table with Jacques soon as she entered the cafeteria, so she quickly stopped them from buying anything.

Jacques flashed her a knowing smile. “How nice of you. I'm in luck then.”

As her senior, he was aware of her intentions from the start.

Soon, Zaylynn led the cook over with several dishes in her hands. There were pork knuckles, baked fish, and a pot of steaming chicken soup.

Those dishes were fantastic compared to the ordinary cafeteria food.

Jacques drooled a little at the feast in front of him.

After serving all the dishes on Ian's table, she noticed the cold, handsome boy didn't even spare the food a glance.

With his head lowered, he was focusing on his phone.

“Have some, Ian. Let's eat first. You can use your phone later.”

“She got a point. Ian, let's dig in. The food won't taste nice once they're cold,” Jacques urged.

However, Ian merely cast a disinterested glance at the dishes and said, “No thanks. My aunt will be coming over later.”

Both Jacques and Zaylynn were speechless at his cold response.

an awkward silence after Ian's rejection. For a whole minute, they merely sat there in silent, thinking about how

was unusual. At the very least, anyone

they would've done it

Ian was an exception.

and indifferently, then continued sitting there nonchalantly playing on his phone as he waited for his

stiff as a board sitting there under everyone's

her invitation, she had publicized her lunch date with Ian on social media. All her friends and acquaintances knew she was having lunch

every

the verge

crestfallen look on

Zaylynn went through the trouble of asking the cook to specially prepare the dishes, you should at least

to!” he rejected

Jacques didn't know

at the threshold. She was holding an umbrella in one hand

would see a woman running to

had been staring at his phone the entire time, suddenly snapped upright and looked over his shoulder toward the

right here, Aunt

and lean boy, who was always cold and unfriendly, stood

he yelled, everyone's attention focused on

one of

they curved into the shape of a crescent moon. He looked even more handsome

fell into a

extraordinary silence and was rooted in place

toward her was oblivious to everything else that was happening

his clear eyes as