Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 222

Sebastian felt indescribable emotions surge in his chest. He had initially planned to interrogate her, but after seeing all these apps, he had completely lost the interest.

In the end, he tapped into her WhatsApp.

“Why did Willow text you? She’s here already?”

“Huh?”

Sasha snapped her head up and stole a glance at her own phone. Seeing that he was looking at her conversation with Willow, she nodded. “Yeah. She’s here.”

“Why did she text you?”

“Oh, nothing much. We were just chatting.”

“Just chatting? Then what’s up with all the gowns? Where are you two going? Are you hiding something from me?”

He had actually scrolled through the whole conversation Sasha had with Willow. Upon reaching the top, he saw the photos of various custom-tailored gowns Willow had sent.

His handsome face instantly became several shades darker.

Indeed, two women coming together equals bad news. I should’ve thrown this Willow woman to the sharks that day and gotten rid of her once and for all!

Sasha’s heart pounded against her chest when she saw his expression.

This “Willow” was not Willow at all, but was in fact, Brandon. After he went back, he kept pestering her on her WhatsApp.

Hence, she had no choice but to reply him.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to save his name as “Willow” in her phone as a precaution against the man living under the same roof as her.

“N-No, I’m not. It’s just that she’s finally back, so s-she said she wants me to go to a p-party or something,” Sasha stammered out an explanation.

Sebastian became even more displeased by this. “A party? You’re a mother now. Stop mingling with promiscuous women like her.”

Sasha failed to formulate a response.

How is Willow a promiscuous woman? She’s a respectable lady, not to mention a top student who majored in Human Resource.

Sasha had the urge to defend her friend.

Luckily, Sebastian said nothing else besides that. He tapped on the screen twice, but before she could figure out what he was doing, he passed the phone back to her.

Sasha accepted it and glanced at the screen, but strangely found nothing out of the ordinary.

“Alright, it’s late now. Go to sleep.”

Sebastian prepared to leave.

Sasha put her phone down and hummed a response. “Why did you come downstairs? Are you hungry? Didn’t Wendy make supper for you?”

Abruptly thinking about this, she casually asked as she lay down in bed again.

But Sebastian stiffened at her question. “No. I came to check on the kids.”

“The kids?”

Sasha pulled the blanket over her and blinked in confusion. “But they’re not sleeping in here tonight. They’re in their own rooms.”