Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sebastian said nothing.

But his gaze fell sternly and steadily on her face for the first time in so many years.

When exactly did he start hating her?

If he remembered correctly, when he was around the age of ten, the Wand family moved into town out of the blue. They were originally from the North. Soon after that, Mr. and Mrs. Wand brought Sasha, who was only five years old then, to meet the Hayes. Young Sebastian was told that the girl would be his future wife.

At that time, a ten-year-old boy had yet to grasp the meaning of love.

But, on that day, he saw with his own eyes how her parents rejoiced at the arrangement. The look of pleasure on their faces, and the way the little girl gawked at him…

They filled him with disgust.

He saw the clinging greed in their eyes. He saw the little girl’s idiocy. He hated them all.

But later, the adults of the Wand family got really close to his father. They often dropped by for visits with little Sasha in tow. And whenever they came over, they would leave the foolish girl in his company.

“Sebby, would you like an orange?”

Young Sasha was actually very gentle, just like Vivian.

Every time she came to visit the Hayes and met the handsome boy who never showed his emotions, she would always offer him her favorite candy.

But Sebastian had never appreciated her kindness.

He did not like her, so naturally, he did not like everything else about her. He would snatch the candy from her, toss it on the ground, and then stomp on it a couple of times to get her to leave!

Young Sasha’s eyes were always red and swollen, swimming with tears.

but very soon she would come back again. She would observe him timidly, and from a short distance away. She was like a piece of sticky

that had only been

made him turn to hate her completely was that one time when he had an episode, and

one in the Hayes family knew about Sebastian’s condition. He did not confide in any of them. He was afraid

time, he secretly contacted his uncle who

cat until it took its

to

treatment. Even after he was taken home, he was kept in his room in virtue of the authoritative diagnosis by the hospital. He had not stepped out of the

later that his uncle finally managed to persuade his

he disliked

the woman. If it had not been for her, his uncle might have secretly snuck him abroad to undergo treatment while

years in a

unbearable fate was waiting for him. When he finally got out of that painful abyss, he still had

How ironic!

silence. His gaze was like a sharp sword, covered in dust for many years. How he wanted to cut her open right then and see for himself what was

that particular year, he never saw little Sasha

served that night looked too familiar to him. Of course, he had been eating the exact same thing for the entirety of six terrible years. From the very beginning when he turned a blind eye to the fruit until

And so he ate.

the letter, it said: Have something sweet to

Are you having second

Sasha gulped.

never seen him look like this. The man had always worn his emotions on his sleeves in front of her. When provoked, he would fire up immediately;

gotten so

“No.”

lips turned pale and his voice raspy, as though lead and sand had coursed