Chapter 5

After his shower, Julian was half-reclined on the bed, reading a parenting guide.

He was wearing his glasses, a rare sight.

Even with glasses, he still looked like a devilishly charming rogue.

I floated beside him, watching him closely.

Still handsome, but there were a few more fine lines around his eyes.

"Being a ghost has its perks. Your appearance is frozen at the age you died, so I'm still super young."

Saying that, I floated onto Julian, settling myself on his lap and gazing at him.

"Hehe, so you're much older than me now. You're not worthy! How about that? I win this round, don't I?"

Julian suddenly closed his book and took off his glasses.

Then he closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.

"Chloe, how could you be so cruel? You've only visited me in my dreams once in three years."

His voice sounded so weary, like he was genuinely blaming me.

And he wasn't wrong.

I really had only visited his dreams once.

And that time, I was furious, telling him he absolutely had to mourn me, for at least three years.

He looked thoughtful, then laughed, his eyes red.

"So, if I found someone new right away, would you be mad enough to come back to life?"

Without a doubt, I beat him up in that dream.

I hadn't been back in his dreams since.

Thinking about it, I mumbled to myself.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid my charm is too great? If I visited your dreams often, you might never forget me."

"After all, I'm not saying I was the most beautiful woman in the country, but certainly top tier in the state. Guys lined up for miles to marry me. I only picked you because you seemed easy to handle."

Saying that, I leaned into Julian, pretending to pinch his cheek.

"Understand?"

But he suddenly opened his eyes, looking directly in my direction.

He let out a soft chuckle.

"Oh? You really think you're that irresistible?"