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.”

more nasty things were said as

surge within her. She clenched her fists

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 preying on us. Had it not been for his selfless love for the nation, he wouldn't want to swamp himself with

Sasha was on

she suppressed her anger and remained inside the office to

to the room, she started chatting

baby boy this afternoon. When are you

the baby has

having a headache

some updates in the group chat.

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

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

could not stand it anymore and erupted like a

take a look at yourself now. You're assuming all sorts of responsibilities and biting more than you can chew. Are you

him pause

and looked at the woman who went ballistic. Shocked

“Darling, you...”

not everyone will be grateful for the things you do for them. We're just ordinary people. There's no

were red-rimmed because of her rage

an outright humiliation when others insult his hard work poured out for the

his pen down, rose from his

sorry for putting you through these

and rested