Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

What kind of a lifestyle is this?

Sasha did not know much about Sebastian's work, but she could see how exhausted he was every single day. He would literally fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed. In addition, he always wore a frown any time of the day.

He also seemed to have gotten a lot thinner.

“How is it? Has he signed yours?”

“Not yet. It's been two days, but I'm still queueing for my turn.”

Just then, she overheard some chatters outside of the office.

Tilting her head to take a peek, Sasha saw that two men dressed in suits were waiting in line to discuss business with Sebastian.

Their grim expressions said it all.

“Me too. Actually, I find it strange that we must all get his approval when he's not representing the White House. Why must it be this way since he has decided to stay here instead of working at the White House?”

“Shh!” the other man gestured to the first guy to lower his voice.

“Beware, walls do have ears. It's fine that you're telling me this, but never say a word elsewhere.”

“I...”

“I know that you're dissatisfied, but there's no other way to get through this. He's the man who has all the power—whatever he says goes. White House? Hmph! That's just his marionette.”

nasty things were said as the

those awful comments, Sasha felt a wave of fury surge within her. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned

White House as his mere puppet? How could they utter such nonsense? Ever since Grandpa's retirement, he's been shouldering all these responsibilities and careful planning to ensure that the foreign countries aren't

on the verge

end, she suppressed her anger and remained inside the office to

he got back to the room, she started

delivered a baby boy

the baby

was having a headache after

the group chat. So,

if you want to pay them a visit. I'll get Mark

worse,

like a

didn't concern you. But, take a look at yourself now. You're assuming all sorts of responsibilities and biting more than you can chew. Are you planning on resolving every single matter in this country before handing it over to someone else on

him pause and put his

lifted his head and looked at the woman who went

“Darling, you...”

just... I just feel that not everyone will be grateful for the things you do for them. We're just ordinary people. There's no need to push ourselves

his gaze. Her eyes were red-rimmed

I think that it's an outright humiliation when others insult his hard work poured out for the nation by doubting his

coming from. He put his pen down, rose from

for putting

and rested his chin on her collar