Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 15

Back then, he had brought Xandra back home and declared his love for her in front of Frederick. And now, he was dragging her back there. Was he not afraid that Sasha would mess up his relationship with that woman again?

As soon as her voice died away, the scum got up from the chair.

“How dare you? Don’t think too highly of yourself, Sasha. It makes no difference to me whether you are dead or alive. Even if you did not show up today, I would have taken your dead body back with me.”

There was a gleam of hostility in his bloodshot eyes as he spoke his mind.

Sasha clenched her fists tightly until her knuckles turned white. She squeezed her eyes shut and remained silent.

What is there to look forward to after five years?

Do I expect him to say something nice to me?

Very quickly, Sasha was taken to a cabin on the lower deck of the ship. Not long afterward, the ship left the pier and set sail.

It turned out that this boat was the means of transportation for them.

She did not dwell on the matter since she knew there was no point for her to struggle anymore. After they locked her up in the cabin, Sasha lay on the small bed and fell asleep.

“Ian, you shouldn’t. It’s dangerous…”

“Quiet! Get out of my way!”

She woke up to the sound of her stomach growling and the argument outside the cabin.

Vaguely, she also heard a child’s voice.

A child’s voice? Is it Ian?

Sasha’s eyes flew open immediately, and within that second, she was awake like never before.

After all, Sebastian was on this ship, and they were setting off to where they came from. It wouldn’t be a surprise that Ian would also be on the ship.

Her heart leaped with ecstasy at the thought of that. She hopped out of bed and dashed to the window.

She looked through the window, and sure enough, she saw two figures standing outside her cabin.

One was a burly figure in a black suit who appeared to be a bodyguard. The other figure standing next to him was short and cute. He was wearing a khaki blue coat with a black woolen hat on his head.

It was none other than Ian.

Tears welled up in Sasha’s eyes as she looked at the boy.

“Little Ian? Little Ian?”

“Who is it?”

Ian, who was concentrating on controlling the drone by the ship rail, turned his head when he heard someone calling his name.

A look of annoyance came across his face for being interrupted.