Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Kurt's surprisingly caring statement seemed to be exactly what Vivian needed.

She immediately stopped crying, and her devastation quickly gave way to joy.

“You're staying, then?”

Kurt sputtered, “I'm going to school.”

Wiping her tears, Vivian reasoned, “You won't have classes every day. My brothers told me that university class schedules are shorter and more flexible. Plus, you won't be going there on the weekends. That has nothing to do with you staying here.”

She looked like a child who had emerged triumphant in a play fight.

Kurt was speechless, and his heartbeat was quicker than he would like to admit.

He heard himself asking, “Sure you want me to live here?”

Vivian's eyes reddened with tears as she replied, “Of course. You said you'll protect me, right? Shouldn't my bodyguard live in the same place as me? And you've always lived with me in the past.”

It had taken her a lot of courage to plead with him to stay. If he refused, Vivian did not think she could ever bring herself to utter these words to him again.

Her case made, Vivian waited nervously for Kurt's reply.

Thankfully, Kurt did not protest against her wishes. He turned his head away, communicating his agreement with his silence.

was so happy she could walk on

one of the rooms

Kurt to his room after dinner. When he opened his room door, he was struck silent by the sight of clean sheets, a

pink lace-trimmed bedsheets they had used for

stay until today, so we only have her bedsheets available for use. Rest assured, she has instructed us to replace these sheets by the weekend. Until then,

were the least

to describe his emotions upon learning that

knows how I've pulled through the

in front of Vivian and took his stance, he had

had been wandering through life like a lone

and lonely soul who believed that he would spend

to overturn his

lay on the bed, he kept his arms stiffly

scent of the frilly

relax, and he

Buzz! Buzz!

jolted awake by an early call

greeted

today?