Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 48

Sasha panicked and dashed over in an instant. “Why are we using saline?” she demanded. “Why isn’t he on a drip? What’s going on?” She fired off one question after another without giving the bodyguard time to respond.

Unbeknownst to her, Ian had an unusual lymphatic system whereby drips would actually do more harm than good. During the years when Sebastian cared for him, he had been erring on the side of caution.

When Sasha threw open the door after she bounded up the stairs, the scene that greeted her was not what she expected.

“Come on, another bite. When you’ve finished, you’re in for a special treat.”

“Really, Daddy? Can she come back again?” pleaded the child.

“Of course, my boy,” answered Sebastian.

He could not have been more different than his usual haughty and domineering self. Sasha watched as he patiently coaxed the squirming boy, who was doing his best to avoid the spoon. Sebastian is actually a pretty good father.

Steeling herself, she entered the room and stood before him. “Let me do it. A jab will work better to stop the diarrhea.”

When Sebastian looked up at her, Sasha couldn’t help but shudder. His eyes were filled with rage as if her intrusion greatly offended him.

However, his son’s health was the more pressing matter at hand, so he held his emotions back. As he placed the boy back onto the bed, his expression softened.

“Mr. Hayes, I…” one of the doctors started.

“Leave us,” he interrupted him sharply. “Let her do it.”

The doctors hurriedly cleared the room, not keen to be on the receiving end of his temper. Meanwhile, he watched intently as Sasha prepared the equipment. She could feel the intensity of his gaze drilling into the back of her skull.

Not daring to look behind her, she clenched her fists to stop herself from trembling. But one look at the pale child steadied her nerves as she knew that the boy needed her. Taking a deep breath, she administered the dose and observed him.

After twenty minutes, Ian looked much better.

“Does it still hurt, Ian?” Sasha asked softly.

“No, it doesn’t.” Ian shook his head as he lay in bed.

Sasha sighed in relief. Bending over, she kissed his forehead and tucked his blanket in.

“Now, Ian, you need to rest up, alright? I’ll come back and visit you soon.”

Ian nodded, looking over her shoulder at his father.

Sebastian approached her. “Anything else?”