The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Sasha didn't ask him anything else, but after leaving the coffee shop, she didn't allow Ian to drive anymore. Instead, she went to the driver's seat herself with the car key in hand.

Seeing that, Ian didn't insist on driving either.

Shortly after, the two of them arrived back at the apartment.

"Ian, since you have a headache, don't go to school in the afternoon. Just rest at home. I'm going out to handle some personal matters, okay?"

After returning to the apartment, Sasha went to the kitchen and cooked Ian a pot of thick oatmeal. She then carried it to his bedroom.

"Okay," Ian replied docilely.

Only then did Sasha close the room door for him before leaving.

Half an hour later, she stepped foot into the hospital Ian once visited.

"Hello, may I know whether Dr. Blanc is in?"

"Yes, he's at the psychology department on the third floor.”

The nurse pointed upstairs.

With her bag in hand, Sasha went straight up.

When she found the psychologist-Alain-a few minutes later, she discovered that there were quite a number of patients in his consultation room, and he was calling them in one by one to treat them.

She took a seat outside and snagged a random newspaper to read.

about twenty minutes, she got to her feet when she saw that the room door was finally opened.

"Hey! Miss-"

Bang!

unceremoniously slammed

water in his office. Upon hearing

the sight of a very young woman. While the woman was dressed more maturely than young maidens, her skin was fair and delicate, and her face was exquisite without a

"Who are you?"

Ian Hayes. You're his psychologist, yes? I'm his

Sasha introduced herself graciously.

once, the psychologist

Good Lord! His mother is actually so young? But why

up because of Ian's matter the other day. At once, great unease filled

I've already told the young man that day that it has nothing to do with me. It was Ian's fiancee

to Sigrun? She even went as

Sasha's eyes darkened further.

her bag down, she snagged a chair

not why I sought you out. I want to ask you about the memories my son asked you

he came

hesitated, going silent

well. A while ago, I already hypnotized him at the movie theatre. However, he only revealed part of the story. Secondly, if you plan to

promptly verbalized her request

Alain's pupils started trembling.

First Lady? Oh my God, I actually offended such a

daring to hide anything further, he narrated the whole series of events when Ian