Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

He turned back and fetched his bedding and pillow, laid it out at the foot of the girls’ beds, and went to sleep.

The dead of night was silent, the night in Peachwater Village didn’t seem any different from anywhere else.

Having changed location, Purple Summers thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep. However, with Tiny by her side, she quickly fell asleep seemingly comforted by his presence.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly felt an unusual sensation, indescribable, as if… as if someone was watching her?

Purple Summers frowned in her rollover, thinking she was dreaming.

Ryan Wesley was also tossing and turning.

Sleeping on the floor was decidedly less comfortable than on a bed, even with thick bedding, the floor still felt hard and bumpy.

He was restless, wanting to get up and drink some water. He opened his eyes, still muzzy, and saw a pair of tiny feet, pale and slender, barely the size of a palm.

Ryan Wesley thought to himself: ‘Huh, whose feet are these? So petite…’

The thought flashed by, and suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine! Jane McCain’s feet couldn’t possibly be that small! These were clearly a child’s feet!

What!?

Where did the child in the room come from?!

Ryan Wesley quickly sat up, letting out a bone-chilling howl!

“Ohhhh!!! ”

” Oh my God! What’ s happening?!”

“What’s going on?! Why are you yelling?!”

All the girls in the room were startled awake.

Purple Summers was closest to the switch, she reached out and snapped the light on, illuminating the room.

Jane McCain and Zara Jameson clung to their bed heads in terror, while Ryan Wesley was pale as a ghost, kicking the quilt off and pressing himself against the wall, still panting heavily in shock.

Jane McCain groaned with frustration, shouting: “Ryan Wesley, you asshole! Trying to scare us to death in the middle of the night?!”

She thought Ryan Wesley was pulling another prank.

Ryan Wesley was innocent, he was not doing it on purpose this time. As he panted, he wiped his face, it was covered in cold sweat.

“Shit,” Ryan Wesley murmured under his breath, “Encountered a damn ghost!”

Purple Summers asked him: “What happened? What did you see?”

Ryan Wesley didn’t answer, he looked around for his phone, and as soon as he found it, he quickly dialed a number.

At three in the morning, Zack Wallace answered the phone nervously, asking immediately: “Is something wrong with grandma?!”

He knew that Ryan Wesley and Purple Summers had gone out together on a trip.

Ryan Wesley swallowed hard, glanced at Purple Summers, his voice hoarse: “No… grandma’s fine…”

Zack Wallace was immediately irritated, cursing: “You little bastard! Why are you calling if there’s nothing wrong?! Do you know what time it is?! You woke me up right after I fell asleep!”

Anyone who’s woken up in the middle of the night would lose their temper.

Ryan Wesley lowered his voice and said: “Uncle, we really have a ghost here. Hurry up and send more than ten bodyguards to protect me! Or else I won’t survive!”

“Are you okay? What are you yelling about in the middle of the night?” Zack Wallace was speechless.

Ryan Wesley pleaded with him, his voice holding back tears: “Uncle, I’m the only heir to our old King family, you can’t just ignore me!”

“Oh, piss off! Who do you think I am, a dead person? What heir, am I never going to get married? I can’t have another kid? Go away and stop bothering me!”

Ryan Wesley really wanted to cry, wailing: “I saw a ghost, uncle! I saw a pair of feet by the bed, but when I looked up there was nothing there. Uncle, you wouldn’t want your nephew to be killed by a ghost, would you? I haven’t even graduated from high school yet, if I was killed by a ghost, I couldn’t face my parents in the afterlife…”

He begged softly, irritating Zack Wallace so much that he didn’t even let him finish before hanging up.

When the call ended, Ryan Wesley looked up to see the three girls in the room staring at him in surprise.

“Ryan Wesley… you said… you saw a pair of feet?” Jane McCain’s trembling voice indicated she was no less afraid.

Zara Jameson, not having seen it with her own eyes but influenced by the tense atmosphere, stared at Ryan Wesley.

Ryan Wesley did not want to scare them, nor did he want to seem cowardly, so he awkwardly turned his face away, murmuring: “No… maybe I was seeing things…”