Chapter 4

The house was still the same as three years ago, hardly changed.

My favorite figurines and plushies were all in their usual spots, and my clothes still hung in the closet.

Even the bedding set on our bedroom bed was still the one I'd picked out.

Julian… he was quite sentimental.

I floated beside them, listening to Julian tell Lily a bedtime story.

He was much better at it than three years ago; it didn't take long for Lily to drift off to sleep.

When Lily slept, she hugged the cherry-print pajamas I'd bought her.

My heart ached seeing that.

I lay down beside her on the bed, pulling her into a virtual embrace.

Why couldn't I touch her?

Being a ghost was truly frustrating.

I needed to ask an angel if there was any way, even just to touch her once.

If money could buy it, it wasn't a problem.

These past few years, I'd taken on all sorts of odd jobs in Heaven.

With that money, I'd teamed up with other wealthy ghost-ladies to start a real estate empire in Heaven.

Now, I was the richest ghost in Heaven.

This chance to come back and stay for several days was a privilege I'd earned by saving money for three years, plus paying a hefty sum.

All just for one last look at them before I reincarnated.

I didn't stay by Lily's side for too long.

A ghost, after all, might not be good for her.

So, I secretly – no, I mean openly – floated into the bathroom.

Julian was showering.

In the misty steam, streams of water cascaded over every muscle and contour of his body, tinting his skin with a soft blush.

Three years.

This body was still so damn attractive.

I swallowed, watching him from behind, then from the side, and finally, I just brazenly floated right in front of him.

Julian braced one hand against the wall, raking his wet hair back from his forehead.

"Chloe, you died too soon. We never even finished your '100 Positions for the Bathroom' list."

He chuckled, staring directly in my direction, as if truly speaking to me.

My spectral face flushed.

I immediately started swearing.

"You jerk! I've been dead for three years! Can you have some damn decency? Seriously, just a little?"

After my outburst, I quickly left the bathroom. This was getting too hot.

I remembered when Julian and I were in bed.

We never really compromised.

He'd pin me down and try to make me call him "sir."

I'd bite him and demand he call me "ma'am."

To get the upper hand, I specifically researched "100 Positions for the Bathroom," determined to dominate him.

I never expected.

That jerk actually gave in for the first time, praising my 'research.'

He even told me to look up positions for the bedroom, living room, kitchen…

Ugh, so annoying.