Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 42

“Impossible! I won’t teach you! I can knit Little Ian’s clothes myself. So why would I teach you?”

Xandra’s words agitated Sasha in an instant, and her mind was overpowered by the rising exasperation in her heart. Unable to hold herself back any longer, Sasha rejected impulsively, blurting out harsh words.

Usually, she was not an impetuous person. Yet, she tended to lose control easily when it came to her children.

Upon hearing her words, everyone’s face turned grim, especially Sebastian whose face fell.

“You’re really rude. How could you outrightly reject Ms. Green when she is sincerely asking you to teach her knitting? Who’re you to knit clothes for Ian? You sure are clueless about where you stand.”

Berta broke the silence by criticizing Sasha disdainfully. Every single word from her was of great sarcasm like a sharp knife piercing into Sasha’s heart.

Still holding her son, Sasha clenched her fists at Berta’s words.

“Berta, how can you be so disrespectful to Ms. Wand when she is willing to knit for Ian out of sincerity? Who are you to criticize her? You’re really acting out of line here.”

Unexpectedly, Xandra reprimanded the housemaid at once for being rude to Sasha.

She was still kneeling on the floor, clinging onto Sebastian’s legs, and there were tears on her pretty, flawless face.

It seemed as though she was defending Sasha by speaking up for her.

Protective of me?

Sasha rolled her eyes and snickered. The woman’s pretentious attitude really disgusted her.

Yet, Sebastian was apparently touched by Xandra’s words. When he saw how forgiving and magnanimous she was, the flames of rage in him were completely put out.

“You don’t have to degrade yourself by pleading with her. There’re actually many other things that you can do for my son.”

In an instant, Xandra was on cloud nine. She raised her head and asked excitedly, “Sebastian, are you serious? Does it mean… you’re willing to forgive me? Sebastian, I-I’m so happy…”

She burst into tears, but this time, they were genuine and not crocodile’s tears; they were tears of joy for her victory against Sasha!

Meanwhile, Sasha was trembling all over.

Her heart was filled with a mixture of suffocating rage, despair, and indescribable sorrow. She had a hard time accepting the fact that the man was totally oblivious to that woman’s cunningness. Can’t he tell that the b*tch is just putting on a show?