Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 581

Sasha was startled by his suggestion.

It finally dawned on her what that was about.

He was gone for such a long time, and that was to find a more comfortable spot for himself? And there I was…

Rage started to simmer in Sasha’s chest once more.

“Suit yourself. But I’m not going!” She flung away Sebastian’s hand and resumed her seat with a stern expression on her face.

Sebastian’s face was as white as sheet.

The man continued to stand there for a few seconds before he decided to sit down next to her without another word.

The carriage finally quietened down.

After staring out the window for a while, Sasha grew tired and was about to lean back on her seat when she sensed a chill coming from her right side.

What’s this?

She turned to her right and realized that the chill came from Sebastian.

He was sitting still with his eyes closed. However, cold sweat was breaking out from his forehead all the way to his neck, looking to soak through his shirt underneath his down jacket.

“Sebastian, are you okay?” Blood drained from Sasha’s face as she tried to shake him.

However, Sebastian seemed to be losing his consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes. When his blurry vision recognized Sasha in front of him, he panicked and grabbed onto her arm abruptly. “Darling, don’t…leave…me.”

Urgh! This idiot is still hung up on that.

Sasha was on the brink of tears.

She helped him up from the seat and cried for help, “Please, can someone help me? My husband is not feeling well. I need to move him to the dining carriage.”

Soon, a few people came over to offer assistance. Together, they helped move Sebastian to the dining carriage.

Some people who suffered from a severe case of mysophobia would experience such panic-attack-like symptoms.

Like those who were diagnosed with claustrophobia, once they were forced into a place that triggered their phobia, their bodies would react to the surroundings negatively like a distress signal going off.

If these signals were ignored and the person prolonged his exposure to the surroundings, he would inevitably lose his consciousness and end up passing out altogether.

Sasha spent ten minutes using her acupuncture needles on the man before he finally regained his consciousness.

“He’s finally awake. Thank goodness. Madam, would you like me to fetch him some hot chocolate?” One of the train service staff heaved a sigh of relief and thought Sebastian could use some drink to keep his fluid up and boost his energy.