Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

I thought Frederick was helping me at my lowest, but it turned out that he was taking advantage of my situation. And the debt of gratitude I thought I owed him had also turned into a pathetic joke in the end. How naive was I? Ultimately, he had never regarded me humanely. How ludicrous!

Sasha had no inkling how she left in the end. She only remembered dragging her feet that felt as though they were filled with lead. When she finally snapped back to reality, she found herself standing in front of the prison she had just visited that morning.

“I made a mistake, Dad. I shouldn’t have done that. If I could ever turn back time, I’d never make the same choice.”

She fell to her knees in front of the prison in the pitch-dark night.

And when I went in today, I even told him that I was living a good life and didn’t regret my decision back then. How ironic!

She remained kneeling like an abandoned waif as time continued ticking by…

Meanwhile, it was an hour later when Sebastian was finally awakened.

When he blinked open his eyes, he was briefly dazed after having been under hypnosis for such a long time. A few minutes later, awareness gradually returned to him. When he saw that the lights were turned on in the room, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately shot up from the bed.

“Roxanne Rocke! How long did you have me sleep?” His voice was steely, making his current mood known in uncertain terms.

Roxanne had been a tad uneasy ever since Sasha left in a stupor, so her expression turned even more apprehensive at his wrath.

“I just wanted to let you sleep. Look, you haven’t slept well in a long time.”

Sebastian didn’t even dignify that with a response.

Cutting her a glare, he got out of bed and stalked out after snagging his suit jacket by the chair.

I tell him that Sasha

for

in the end, she still said nothing. Instead, she watched the man leave until his

when she left. Would something

heard that,

here to look for me, not him! And I only granted her wish by telling her everything she wanted to know,

incensed for the first

past, such an emotion would

drove back to Frontier

villa in search of Sasha to explain why he hadn’t returned on time to accompany her to the prison visit when his cell phone rang without

“Hello?”

bad, Mr. Hayes! Xenia Blackwood is

in the cold and wintry night. Sebastian felt as though his ears were buzzing as those few words fell

didn’t ask you to kill

of the house

denial became extremely flimsy from the moment he said

and his expression turned grim

now? Go and

Hayes, Sharon Goldstein ran out and witnessed it,

Smash!

of that, the sound of the man smashing his cell phone to the ground in unadulterated rage rang

he had done that, his fingers trembled

at the scene. Worse still, all that