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.

would observe him timidly, and from a short distance away. She was like a piece of sticky

that had only been

turn to hate her completely was that one time when

in any of them. He

his uncle who was living abroad and

strangle the family cat until it took its

taken to the hospital

in virtue of the authoritative diagnosis by the hospital. He had

later that his uncle

disliked Sasha

for her, his uncle might have secretly snuck

years in a

When he finally got out of that painful abyss,

How ironic!

in silence. His gaze was like a sharp sword, covered in dust for many years. How he wanted to cut

that particular year, he never saw

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 the

And so he ate.

 Have something sweet to forget the bitterness in

you? Are you having second

Sasha gulped.

emotions on his sleeves in front of her. When provoked, he would

gotten so calm?

“No.”

an instant, his thin lips turned pale and his voice raspy, as though lead