Nate was stumbled down by something.

He sat on the ground, moving backward, staring at Fannie, who was stepping to him. "Fannie, please stay there. You're scaring me now."

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Fannie stopped at once and wiped the blood off the corner of her lips. "You'll go to hell if you lie to a ghost."

"I'm not lying." Nate moved backward again. "I really like you, but..."

"But what?" Fannie looked down at him, and she glared at him this time.

"You're a ghost now, but I'm a human being. Our relationship will lead us to nowhere!" Nate swallowed and raised an ugly smile. "You don't have your flesh body now, and we even can't have sex with each other."

Hearing that, Fannie snorted and made a step forward all of a sudden, which frightened Nate to death.

"Beauty comes from a respectful distance! You can just stand there and talk to me." Nate pointed at the bottom of Fannie's feet.

Fannie slowly raised her foot again, and Nate seemed really terrified. When Fannie put her foot back to its previous place, Nate relaxed a little.

Fannie sneered, "Haven't you heard many beautiful romantic stories between ghosts and human beings? Isn't it fascinating to have a romantic relationship with two different people?"

Nate was struck dumb for a second and couldn't believe his ears. "Beautiful romantic stories between ghosts and human beings?"

"Anyway, I left the hell for a while for you. What do you plan to do next?" Fannie said.

"Can you go back to hell again?" Nate asked with curiosity.

"What? You change your mind?" Fannie raised her voice, then realized she shouldn't say it so loudly like a normal human being, so she lowered her voice again. "You said you want to marry me, so I left the hell to find you."

"No, no." Nate moved backward for a few steps in fear, and his back was against the wall now. "I just need to wait until my mother passes away so that I can kill myself to meet you. This is a clear promise, will you believe me?"

Fannie squatted and forced Nate to meet her eyes. "Do you mean I still have to stay alone for the following years? Do you know how lonely I feel in hell? Do you know how I wanted to come back to life and be with you, to love you, and to feel your body?"

Dinah and Kylie were eavesdropping on the door of the operating room.

Seeing Fannie dedicating herself to it, they exchanged a glance and almost laughed out loud.

"Kylie, I think Fannie can be an actress," Dinah said.

"I agree. She even knows how to do the improvisational performance!" Kylie said. "I like her acting."

Mrs. Bass asked Stephen in a low voice, "Where did you get the blood? It looks so real."

"Mrs. Bass, Kylie is an actress, and those are just props," Stephen explained with a smile.

Ethan pulled Kylie to sit down on a nearby bench. "You've stood for a whole day. Come here and have a rest."

"I'm fine." Kylie still wanted to eavesdrop because it was so exciting.

However, Ethan pressed her down on the bench with force. "Rest for a while!"

"I'm not tired." Kylie struggled. "I'm curious about what they're doing now."

"Let them do whatever they want to do." Ethan sat by her side and put her legs on his, then gently massaged her legs.

Kylie didn't feel tired at all, but she soon enjoyed it when Ethan's palms massaged her legs.

She had run around to borrow equipment during the past five hours, which was much more tiring than a whole day of shooting.

Kylie felt so comfortable and closed her eyes. Ethan smiled and let her rest on the bench.

Seeing that, Mrs. Bass lightly pulled Stephen's sleeve. "Look at that loving couple."

Stephen turned to give them a glance, then moved his eyes away.

Hearing Mrs. Bass's voice, Dinah also turned around and glanced at them, then she walked to Mrs. Bass's side. "Mrs. Bass, you think they're a loving couple because Ethan isn't your son. What if Nate is massaging Fannie? Will you still be happy to see it?"

The smile disappeared on Mrs. Bass's face in an instant. "Nate never treats me so well like that."

Dinah shrugged. Probably that was the so-called troublesome relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

It wasn't easy for a man to be a good son and husband at the same time in the family.

Dinah knocked her shoulder against Stephen's. "My back and waist are sore today as well..." Saying that, she even stretched her arms.

Stephen gave her a glance and threw a card to her.

"What is this?" Dinah looked at it, then asked, "You want me to go to have a massage myself?" Dinah was displeased.

"Go or not." Stephen didn't bother to say more words, then sat across Kylie and Ethan at another bench.

Dinah put the card into her pocket, then went back to eavesdrop at the outside of the operating room.

Fannie was crying while talking.

In normal days, Nate's heart would ache for her, but now it was very different.

When Fannie cried, there was fresh blood coming out from the corners of her eyes, and she wiped her face once in a while, so her face looked bloody.

"Fannie, would you please stop crying?" Nate comforted her. "If you don't want to go back to hell right now. I can find a place for you in our home, and we can live together as usual."

Fannie looked at him and took a breath in. "You want to live with a ghost? Aren't you scared of me?" "I am," Nate nodded at once, "but it'll be fine if you clean your face up."

The moment Nate finished his sentence, Fannie ran to his arms.

She kissed him without hesitation.

Nate wanted to escape because nobody could stand a face covered in blood.

However, Fannie wouldn't let him go, and he gave it up at the end.