Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 311

“Mr. Hayes!”

Sebastian uttered a response as he got out of the car, his face impenetrable. He had worn a dark grey suit, which complemented his near-perfect physique and accentuated his distinguished air.

Sasha was feeling dazed as she subconsciously held her breath.

“Sebastian…”

Without sparing a glance at her, the man ordered coldly, “Take the kids away.”

His words knocked Sasha sideways.

No way! They can’t take my kids away from me!

She hugged the kids tightly in her arms. Her ashen face, the fear in her eyes, and the bloodstain on her forehead made a dreadful sight.

“No! Please, don’t! Sebastian, can’t we talk about this?”

The kids began crying out loud, “No! I don’t want to leave Mommy! I want Mommy!”

Seeing that the bodyguards hesitated to do as he said, the cold-hearted Sebastian went over to snatch the kids from Sasha.

Sasha had lost her cool. Disregarding her injury, she lurched forward to grab the man’s arm and pleaded, “No! Sebastian, please don’t take them away from me! I admit I was wrong, and I shouldn’t have said something like that. I’ll take it back! Please…”

Yet, Sebastian was unmoved. Ignoring Sasha’s pleading, he stuffed the kids into the car. Soon, the bodyguards got into the car and drove off.

Sasha could do nothing but watch as the car sped off into a distance.

At that instant, the feeling of despair descended on her. She experienced a temporary blackout of vision and was about to collapse onto the ground.

Suddenly, Sebastian pulled her into his arms and encircled her. With his bloodshot eyes boring into hers, the man uttered harshly, “Oh, drop the act, will you? Don’t you remember how nonchalant you were when you said you didn’t want the kids? You’ve lived a carefree life without caring about them. So, there’s no need to act pitiful now.”

Sasha’s mind was buzzing. Those words had pierced through her heart, tearing it into smithereens.

“No… I… I didn’t act pitiful. If I could travel back in time, I would never say something like that.”

Hearing her words, Sebastian hit the roof, and he retorted sarcastically, “Do you think you deserve forgiveness just because you regret your actions? Does that mean you can forgive what my dad had done to you if he regrets it? And that you’ll treat Xenia’s death like it has never happened before?

“Look, you can’t even do it yourself! Then, how can you ask for someone else’s forgiveness? Don’t you think it’s funny?”