Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Did Luke take them?

He pulled a chair and sat in it, turning his attention to the report clutched in his hand.

Sebastian spent the past two days in the hospital without returning to his office. He attributed the uneasy feeling that was haunting him to fear of Sasha’s death.

He squinted at the report.

As a doctor, Sasha had struck her head with such precision using the hairpiece without killing herself. However, there were damages to the nerves in her brain. She might not be the same when she wakes up.

May not be the same, in what sense?

Will she lose her mind? Her sight?

He balled up the report in his fist. His mind was cast back to the day at the hotel.

Sasha was intense and passionate. It was something Sebastian had experienced on several occasions. First, she faked her death and left the country with her two newborns. On the yacht, she had stabbed herself just to expose Xandra. And that time when Matteo was in trouble, she went on a solo mission to rescue her son.

She wasn’t afraid to die for her children.

He did not expect the day to come when she would use her life to defend his secret for him.

Is she really that courageous in the face of death?

fingers ached from the tension. Back at the hotel when she was about to expose his secret, a murderous intent leaped to his heart before he could

thought he

sacrifice herself than expose

The irony was painful.

threw it into the bin. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and cursed. “Serves you right for being stabbed. You saved a man

sarcasm were the only way he knew

tirade. The lump in his throat was

his phone spared Sebastian. “Hello?” he cleared his throat, looking out the window as

Ms. Wand was not an acquaintance of Dr. Kaye. But

“What else?” Sebastian demanded.

Emmanuel opened his bank

with a terrible aura of cold fury about him that seemed

over the phone. “And what’s more, Mr. Hayes,” he concluded hastily. “the journalist has

the deafening roar of

Eternal Group to me ever again,”

“Yes, Mr. Hayes.”

the cops, and tell them that without my

spat out

is madness! They’re over