Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 418

Day had broken by the time Sasha woke up.

Cracking open her eyes, Sasha was momentarily confused by the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Where am I?

The moment she tried to sit up in bed, pain shot through her entire body. Moaning, she collapsed back into the bed as memories of last night flooded her mind.

Last night was h*ll.

Her eyes welled with tears as she lay down for a long time. Eventually, Sasha forced herself out of bed, gritting her teeth at the pain.

She entered the bathroom and assessed the damage.

It was worse than she had expected; there was a visible tear.

Does he hate me so much? Why else would he be so cruel to me for having a cup of coffee with Solomon?

Standing under the showerhead, she bit back the pain she felt as the water washed over her bruises and wounds. Much to her annoyance, tears began streaming down her face.

Ding!

Her phone began ringing outside the bathroom.

Sasha dried her tears hastily and exited the bathroom in a towel.

“Hello?”

“Nancy, I finally caught you. Are you ok? Did he do anything to you last night? I’m outside the hotel right now. Could I come up to see you?”

Solomon was calling her early in the morning again.

Already upset by last night’s events, Solomon’s call caused Sasha’s anger to bubble over. “Solomon, can’t you leave me alone? Do you know how much I hate you right now? Why are you always turning my life into a mess? Who gave you the right to do that, huh? Did you think you could do anything you liked just because my mom asked you to take care of me? Get lost! The further, the better! Don’t you ever appear before me again. Understood?”

She was close to yelling by the time she ended her shelling.

Solomon was silent on the other end of the phone.

His face had turned as white as a sheet as he sat in his car.

In truth, he had been lurking near the hotel since last night, worried about Sasha.

Initially, he had kept a moderate distance from the hotel since Sebastian’s men were still around. Only after spying Sebastian leaving at dawn with his men in tow did Solomon dare to park his car in front of the hotel.

She’s asking me to get lost?

His fingers were clenched so tightly around his phone that the tips had turned white. The last bit of hope in his heart was extinguished, followed rapidly by anger and hatred.

“Sir, a-are we still heading up?”