Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

By the time Vivian was awake, she had been sent back to the small town, as Devin and her brothers were worried that she would lose control of herself at the feast.

However, Vivian did not kick up a fuss this time. After staring blankly at the ceiling for a few minutes, she finally asked with her eyes still focused above her, “Did you manage to see him?”

Matteo and Ian had no idea how to answer her question.

They had obviously seen him at the feast when the king of Elysium introduced his recently returned son with great fanfare.

Matteo replied, “Vivi, don't overthink the matter. As of now, our priority is to verify that he's safe. As for the rest, we'll let Daddy decide once we're back.”

Ian grunted in agreement, “Mm-hmm.”

The brothers felt it was for the best.

Nonetheless, tears suddenly rolled down uncontrollably from Vivian's eyes.

“How can we do that? He hates that place to the core. Furthermore, his mom, sister, aunt, and uncle were all killed by that beast. To him, that place is no different from a living hell. How can we let him stay there?” Vivian cried out in agony.

There was no way she would agree to their decision.

Finally, Devin came over.

“In that case... Matteo, you should stay here with Vivian. Coincidentally, I plan to leave some troops in Elysium to monitor the situation, even though we have destroyed the remnants of Eddie's forces. Thus, you and Vivian can stay here. At the same time, I'll send someone else from Yorksland over.”

all right? Will their king

already has agreed after I told him about it. After all, he was always been fearful of those men. Despite the fact that we have annihilated them, he still prefers us to leave some men behind

the matter with the king

hand. “All right, then. Matt, let's just stay back

Matteo responded with silence.

that, the siblings stayed behind with

meantime, Lucy did not

Vivian made various attempts to approach the palace, she did not manage to

someone building a

have to make sure that the house has strong

down the dilapidated hut, a group of

them

the day when Kurt brought her into the house. His grandparents had served her a bowl of honey

still remember how sweet the drink tasted

why are you standing out

around, she was surprised

“You... speak our language?”

course I do. Kurt's uncle studied outside of here. Hence, he taught us

so widely that he revealed all his

felt depressed after hearing the

My Kurt.