Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 64

As Ian lifted his head to stare at Sebastian, the man actually saw traces of anger and resentment in his eyes. He had never seen his son like that before.

Resentment? Does Ian resent me? Does he hate his own daddy?

“You scolded her!”

“Who? Sasha? After all this time, you’re still defending her! Yes, I scolded her. What about it? Have I promised you that I won’t argue with her? Ian, have you forgotten that you’re my son? Have you forgotten that I was the one who raised you?”

When Sebastian finally came to a realization, an overwhelming pang of jealousy exploded within him, and he couldn’t help but bellow at the child in a loud voice.

Ian was utterly frightened!

He had never seen his father so scary before. The boy’s face turned pale as tears began to flow out of his beady eyes that were still glaring at his daddy.

“I hate you! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

With as much strength as he could muster, he tossed the toy he had been holding in his hand at his father. Then, he darted to his bed, where he proceeded to wrap himself tightly in the blanket.

Sebastian was dumbfounded.

It took some time for him to come to his senses. After that, he turned to look at the bundle on the bed, where a child’s whimpering could be heard. How he wished to slap himself in the face at that moment!

Sebastian, what were you thinking? Are you crazy? How could you lose your temper in front of your son! He’s just a child!

He took several steps forward and stood by the bedside as he contemplated his next move. Then, he leaned in and sat down next to the little bundle. “Ian, I’m sorry. I was wrong for losing my temper and yelling at you. More importantly, I shouldn’t have broken the promise I was supposed to keep. Can you forgive me?”

There was no reply.

The bundle did not budge. It seemed like the child was really hellbent on ignoring him.

Sebastian could not help but feel an ounce of regret.

Frankly, his son was never a crybaby to begin with. Perhaps because of his character or because Sebastian kept instilling in him what it meant to be a man, the boy rarely showed his vulnerable side in front of other people.

He was like a precocious kid who matured too fast. At the age of five, the times he had cried could be counted using the fingers on one hand.

However, the little boy was currently wrapped up in his blanket, crying his heart out.

Sebastian was beyond guilty. He got increasingly frantic the longer Ian refused to come out of his fort. So, he decided to open up the blanket himself. “Ian, please come out. I promise you that I will never argue with… Ms. Nancy again, alright?”

Sebastian hoped his coaxing would work.