Ghost of My Heart

Chapter 13

Jennet sat alone at the dining table with a cup of instant spicy noodles that was steaming hot. She had been eating instant foods ever since she made up her mind to buy a house. As she instilled the unhealthy habit, it had become her daily routine and it was hard to part from it as time went by. Sometime, she craved the taste of a proper home-cooked meal. But, since she did not usually cook, she abandoned the thought.

Meanwhile, the translucent tall figure was sitting beside her, cupping his cheeks on the table as he adored her silently. He smiled widely when he watched her eat. But, a scowl appeared on his handsome face when the woman accidentally scalded her tongue.

The blond, glared at the cup, badgering the static thing for an answer. ‘How dare you hurt my wife’s delicate tongue! Who told you to do that?!’

If the cup noodle was a living being, it would have peed itself or fled for its life while screaming in fear. But, it was only a cup of noodle. Nothing more.

When the cup noodle ‘said’ nothing, the angry blond shifted his gaze, that turned sweet, towards Jennet, who was taking a cautious feed from the piping hot cup. Her cheeks blushed when she slurped on the noodles, braving the maddening heat for the sake of feeding her empty belly.

The handsome blond drew out a hand and placed it on her warm cheek. ‘Let me ease the discomfort for you.’ He smiled as he projected cooling force through their skins.

The coldness caused Jennet’s teeth to ache as if she chewed cubes of ice. She jumped back with a heavy gasp and the fork slipped through her fingers. She immediately touched her face where the numbness lingered.

Her cheeks were as cold as ice!

Suddenly, both of her cheeks went cold and the same thing happened; her teeth ached again!

“Gosh!” she clamoured in alarm. Her heart accelerated when the temperature in the kitchen went down tremendously.

She was not aware of the presence in front of her who, leant forward with both of his hands on her cheeks. She was not aware that a pair of eyes were looking deeply into her eyes, adoring her confused expression

The man, then, shifted his gaze towards her lips that was redder than usual. He lowered his head without removing his hands from her face, and brushed his cold lips against her warm lips, kissing her.

Jennet gasped when waves of piercing coldness hit her lips continuously. It was weirder that she could smell a faint fragrance right under her nose. She had never smelt such a sweet fragrance before as it was different from the smell of her fruity shower gel.

She stood up, covered her lips and looked around the kitchen with a palpitating heart. Somehow she remembered something that older folks used to tell her when she was a child; if you smell faint fragrance whilst being alone, it means, you are not alone at all!

As shivers crept on her, she took the half-empty noodle cup along with the fork and fled to the living room. From the living room, she glanced back at the kitchen. It took her a while to finally be convinced that there was nothing unusual in the kitchen despite the change of the temperature. After calming down, she sat down on the sofa and ate the half-finished spicy noodles.

The blond chuckled when she fled him. He squatted in front of her. “Do not worry, honey. Nothing scary will come in your way for as long as I am here,” he whispered.

Jennet hurriedly finished the noodle and as she rose from the sofa, she stretched her neck towards the kitchen and gulped. ‘The kitchen seemed safe…’ she thought.

She tiptoed to the kitchen and tossed the empty cup into the bin. Then, she ran up the stairs as the coldness came creeping up her spine. ‘I need a hot bath!’ she thought and immediately undressed as soon as she entered the bedroom.

She was only in her dark-blue brassiere and panty by the time the blond arrived. His eyes widened in envy at the free show that laid before him. He was on the brink to pounce on her when she suddenly turned around, and he froze just before their faces could clash against each other.

Jennet’s brows knitted. ‘Why do I feel as if someone with a dirty mind is staring at me?’ she thought. She looked around once again. The room was empty and she was the only one in it.

She shook her head. ‘No, I am alone!’ She hurriedly grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around her body.

She entered the bathroom along with her dirty laundry and left it to the washing machine to do its job. When she was about to turn on the shower head, she stopped for a moment and glanced around, cautiously.

She was hesitant to be completely n***d while showering.

But then, she dismissed her worry and took off the towel from her body and hung it on the hook. Then, she turned the shower head on, and she went under it. Standing under the running shower, she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment as warm water rained down on her tired body as well as washed away her worries that she accumulated during the insane day that she had went through.

Hot steam filled the shower area and the glasses were left foggy. In the shower room, a tall figure was standing behind the woman, who was oblivious of his existence.

After a few minutes, Jennet opened her eyes to grab the shower gel. However, she gasped when she saw a well-written name on the surface of the fogged glass.

She frowned as she turned off the showerhead. ‘Weird…was it there this whole time?’

She took a closer look at the fogged glass, reading the name written on it. "Hue... Hedo?" she said the name.

As soon as she said the name, her invisible companion smiled widely as warmth surged throughout his body, and his body slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness on his skin.

He leant forward from behind her and whispered in her ear. "Thank you..."

At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered Jennet’s wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind.

From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone, with long hair and a muscular body, smiling at her.

Her face turned as white as the white sheet.

Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

However, Jennet could not see the face clearly to find out the truth. She was too scared to move to take a look. So, she stood rooted and stared at the glass as her heart continued to pound loudly.

The long-haired man tilted his head to the side as he aimed to kiss the nape of her wet neck. His high nose brushed against her jawline as he chuckled naughtily.

"I have been waiting for you to say my name..." he said softly. He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, kissing her skin lightly.

Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost is a male ghost?

But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind.

"Hu... Hue..." Her lips trembled as she mumbled the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but she was powerless.

"Yes..." The blond spoke softly in her ear, and kissed her neck lightly as he inhaled her scent.

Jennet could not contain her fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor, losing her consciousness.

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