The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

"Announce what?”

About a minute passed before Ian's rather bewildered voice rang out from the room.

Upon hearing that, Sasha was promptly taken aback.

Huh? Why is he wearing such a perplexed expression?

"Well, your marriage with the daughter of the Lightburn family. Ian, didn't your great-grandfather tell you about this matter back when he sought you out?”

In a flash, Ian's gaze turned chilly.

"What? He only told me that Sigrun wants to come here to study and that her grandfather Is his old comrade-in-arms, so he wants me to take care of her as much as possible when she comes over. When did such a farce occur?"

By the time he enunciated the last sentence, his voice was terrifying to the core. His handsome countenance was also blanketed with a layer of ice that would chill one to the marrow.

Sasha was dumbstruck.

It seems that he really didn't know about this. So, what exactly is Jonathan's problem that he didn't even bother telling Ian about this? Doesn't he know that he needs to respect Ian's wishes since he's already an adult?

She hurriedly coaxed, "All right, all right, since you weren't aware of it, we'll scrap this matter. You don't like Ms. Lightburn, do you?"

"Mom, do you think my taste in women is that horrible?" Ian retorted.

Following that, Sasha burst into giggles. "Haha..."

had her torn between crying and

to her, Sigrun, who was eavesdropping outside, had gone entirely pale as they

contorted into

didn't even know about this arrangement? How's that possible? I only came over because our families measured our compatibility and agreed to the match. Only then was I sent here. Now, he's

such tight

Sasha woke up early in the morning after arriving at

already bustling around in the space by the time she reached the kitchen. That aside, the fragrance

woke up

she caught a glimpse of the girl busy cooking inside upon reaching the

shoulder. At once, a

Good morning,

heard from Vivi that you cooked for them every day, I told her

Chanaean and western cuisines, her fondness for Susan grew. Meanwhile, Susan felt even more shy after receiving that

she was

it! After

the pan. "Mrs. Hayes, you should step out first, otherwise, your clothes will smell.

way, Susan, I'd like to ask whether you know that Ian is sick," Sasha questioned out of the blue, her eyes pinned on the

Huh?

words fell, Susan, who had been bustling around, abruptly stilled as though frozen in time. Her fair face promptly drained of all

sick? When did

didn't know?" Sasha was inexorably disappointed to see such a

He said Ian has been very despondent recently and even visited the psychologist two days ago. As

Clang!