The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

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 duo

awful comments, Sasha felt a wave of fury surge within her. She clenched her fists

responsibilities and careful planning to ensure that the foreign countries aren't preying on us. Had it not been for his selfless love for the nation, he wouldn't want to

was on the verge

the end, she suppressed her anger and remained inside the

the room, she started chatting

baby

the baby

a

“Yes, Solomon posted some updates in the

hands full. Go ahead if you want to pay them a visit. I'll get Mark to take care of all household matters

worse, he's asking me to go back all by

Sasha could not stand it anymore and erupted like a volcano. She

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

pause and

who went ballistic. Shocked and confused, he definitely did not

“Darling, you...”

muttered, “I'm sorry. I just... I just feel that not everyone will be grateful for the things you do for them. We're just ordinary people. There's

eyes were red-rimmed because of her rage

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

was coming from. He put his pen down, rose from his seat, and went

for putting you through

and rested his chin on her