Chapter 1

It was three years after my death.

Julian finally started looking for new love.

But every single time, he'd bring Lily along, and he'd constantly bring up mundane kid stuff, like baby food recipes and diaper brands.

It infuriated his dates, who'd storm out in a huff, and every attempt ended in spectacular failure.

I was so annoyed, I wanted to cause some mischief, just to spook him a little.

But then Lily just pointed at me, blinking.

"Daddy, there's…"

Before she could finish, Julian peeled a shrimp, popped it into her mouth, and didn't even glance my way.

"There's nothing there."

Huh?

Was there something around me?

I looked left and right, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Whatever.

I slowly drifted closer to them.

Just in time to see Julian slip the wedding ring off his left ring finger and put it in his pocket.

Good.

He finally remembered he was here to find a new partner.

After all, no one likes a man who can’t get over his deceased ex-wife.

I floated around Lily, making several silly faces at Julian, but they didn't react.

Looks like they couldn't see me.

So, I simply floated into the empty seat next to the woman.

She seemed quite pleased with Julian, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I can accept the child. But in return, on the prenuptial agreement, I'll need compensation in other areas."

Honestly, aside from having a kid, Julian was quite a catch.

He was the sole heir to two powerful corporations. Six foot one, broad shoulders, narrow waist, smooth and dangerously handsome.

When we were kids, his face made me go easy on him a few times; I'd only leave a few bruises on his back.

Julian finished peeling the last shrimp, putting it in Lily's bowl.

Then he leisurely wiped his hands, his tone casual.

"No problem."

"But every night, I sleep clutching a framed photo of my late wife. And every week, I spend three hours in the shower performing rituals for her memory. Oh, and no white clothes, it's bad luck."

Silence fell over the woman.

Her gaze then landed on Julian's white shirt under his suit, and she gritted her teeth.

"So, what color is your shirt? A kaleidoscope of white?"

She was too polite.

If it were me, I'd already be tearing into him.

Julian looked somewhat surprised.

"Oh, this is white? My apologies, I'm colorblind."

Ha! What a load of BS.

Finally, the woman reached her breaking point, grabbed her bag, and stood to leave.

Lily hopped off her chair, waving her little hand with practiced ease.

"I'm sorry, Auntie. Grandma says Daddy's a bit… slow."