Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 175

Dinner lasted for over an hour.

The meal might not be as rich as the food in hotels but, because it was entirely prepared by Sasha, the children showed their utmost support. They asked for seconds, even third helpings until they were completely stuffed.

“Ian, do you like Mommy’s meatballs? It’s made from shrimp.”

“Yes, I do!”

Ian stabbed the last meatball with his fork and nodded without hesitation when Vivian asked him.

The girl was happy to hear that.

She was Mommy’s loyal fan. She would support her mommy no matter what.

But when Vivian turned to look at Daddy to ask the same question, she was suddenly spooked by the look he had on his face as he stared longingly at the plate in front of him. Her face turned pale. She did not dare to say anything after that.

What’s Daddy looking at? Why does he look so scary all of a sudden?

It was as if Sebastian had just witnessed something unfathomable. Grave horror could be seen projected in those dark eyes of his!

What’s up with Daddy? Does he not like Mommy’s cooking?

The little girl had a bad feeling about it.

Sasha did not notice that. She was doing the dishes in the kitchen. The children, after they finished their food, had left a pile of dirty dishes for her to clean.

Therefore, she was not in the mood to take note of him.

might not have

long-standing habit of hers. Sebastian never liked peeling oranges himself. He did not

several pieces, plant a toothpick on one of them, and slip the

I been

year of elementary school.

made to their eldest son. She contemplated how

can you help me serve the

“Okay.”

and went to the kitchen to help Mommy with the

still have to tell Daddy, alright? Can you please take these grapes to

sending her

intentions. At the same time, he was happy to do what he was

room. While he was wondering where Daddy could be, he noticed that

Daddy gone into Mommy’s

with the grapes

as he thought! When Ian got to the door,

Mommy’s study table like he was looking for something. Several books on Mommy’s table, which was usually so neat and tidy, had

What’s Daddy doing?

room. “Daddy, what are you

flipping through the books as though possessed, froze

What am I doing?

that the idea he hatched just a moment ago had been so scary that he felt the urge to search for evidence. He could be

if he

a long time, he did not look away

I want to stay here

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