Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

The housemaid felt bad for not doing her job well, but Vivian fell into deep thought while staring long and hard at the ribbon.

Withered flowers? What withered flowers?

As she continued to rack her brain, she noticed a faint scent of sandalwood on the ribbon.

Sandalwood? Could this be...

Suddenly, Vivian felt a sharp pain in her chest as all sorts of emotions surged uncontrollably through her mind.

She then grabbed the housemaid by the wrist and asked, “What about the flower? Where is it?”

“Flower? Uh... W-We threw it in the trash outside, Ms. Vivian!”

Vivian got so agitated that she leapt to her feet and ran straight outside in her pajamas with her hair unkempt.

I knew it! It was my birthday yesterday! There's no way he wouldn't come!

With tears running down her face, Vivian made a mad dash for the town's dumpster and began rummaging through the trash.

Fortunately for her, the waste collectors had yet to arrive, as it was still very early in the morning, so she was able to find the withered flowers.

In fact, they weren't even flowers.

They were actually vines growing just outside Aquene Temple's entrance, which was the only place one would ever find the plants.

constantly exposed to the smoke from the temple's incense burning, they had a distinct scent of sandalwood

chest, Vivian fell to the

she was when she saw that it

expecting for him to not show up at all,

promise of never showing

panicked when she came running over and

away, Ms. Vivian! It's all our fault! Will you please stop crying?” she apologized

need you all to help me bring these

moment there, Vivian seemed to have returned to her spoilt, unreasonable self when she was

on earth are we going to

herself with a

home. Instead of staying in the dormitory at school like she usually did, she started coming

in

read a ton of books, did an extensive research online, and even consulted botanical experts for advice. She

few strands of vines! Why is she so

Vivian's condition, the housemaid decided to tell her parents about it when they spoke on the phone one

these days, Mrs. Hayes. She neglects her studies and spends all of her time tending to a pot of vines. We've tried to talk

Sasha asked in

Mrs. Hayes. I'll send you a picture

that she received seconds later, only to freeze

these the vines from Aquene

next to her at the time, leaned in to have a look when he saw