Chapter 640 An Evil Spirit
Rain believed that Anthony was the person behind the username “Breaking into Your Heart,” and her heart filled with joy.
If he were an ordinary wealthy individual, she planned to play along for a few years, during which he would cover all her expenses.
But Anthony was no ordinary wealthy man!
He was incredibly handsome and had a tall and slender figure that exuded strength and power.
She felt tempted. It was not just for amusement. Even though she had only seen him twice, she had already fallen deeply in love with him.
So she needed to find a way to melt Anthony’s heart and keep herself by his side for a long time…
Wearing an expression of thoughtfulness, Rain spoke softly, “This should be… Are you Ken’s girlfriend? Ken just fell asleep. Would you like to find him now?”
She added in a flustered manner, “Ah… I need to change my clothes right away, Mr. Crawford, please wait for me.”
Then, she pretended to stumble and let out a small cry, almost tripping.
As expected, the bath towel loosened and was about to slip off…
Lisa reacted quickly and covered Anthony’s eyes in an instant.
Simultaneously, Anthony also reacted swiftly, slamming the door shut.
The two of them had a mutual understanding. Lisa’s thoughts were clear, which was, “Don’t look!” While Anthony’s thoughts were the same, “Don’t expose her eyes to filth.”
Eventually, the door closed, but Lisa was unaware of the force behind Anthony’s action. The force of the slam caused his eyes to widen.
“Well…”
He raised his hand and pressed his eyelids.
Lisa was taken aback and nervously asked, “Uh… Are you blind?”
Anthony was stunned.
Anthony rubbed his brow, suppressing the urge to cry, and muttered, “Be gentler next time.”
Lisa nodded in agreement, saying, “Yes!”
Reluctantly, Anthony led her to Room 3098.
Lilly was sound asleep inside.
As Anthony entered the room, he noticed the little one, with one foot on the blanket and one hand clutching the pillow. With her soft snoring, her belly rose and fell rhythmically.
A tender smile formed on his face as he gently picked her up and whispered, “Lilly, we’re home.”
According to an old superstition, when a child fell asleep away from home, one should say “we’re home” when leaving and repeat it upon reaching the doorstep. It was believed to prevent the child’s soul from wandering and ensure their safe return.
Anthony used to scoff at such beliefs, but now he felt a touch of nostalgia, realizing that he, too, was growing older and embracing these traditions.
Lisa followed, clutching the pillow and blanket.
Anthony glanced at her, perplexed by her actions.
In a hushed voice, Lisa explained, “It’s cold outside, take… blanket!”
Wow, she intended to take away all the pillows and blankets from the hotel.
What if the old lady found out when they return? The answer was obvious.
Anthony couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, “We don’t need to take them.”
Suddenly, Lilly fiercely punched Anthony’s chin with her tiny fist and exclaimed, “I want it! I want it! It’s my ten thousand dollars!”
Anthony flinched, realizing that Lilly’s punch was far stronger than Lisa’s slap. He nearly bit his tongue.
Lilly opened her eyes in a dazed state and gasped, “Uncle Anthony?”
The little one’s hair was disheveled, and her eyes were vacant as if she had not fully regained her senses.
What’s going on? Why is Uncle Anthony in my dream?
Just moments ago, she had been chasing after Rain, wanting to claim her 10,000 dollars, but her father insisted that she should not take the money. Still, she had been adamant about taking it…
Anthony lifted her and said, “It’s almost dawn, Uncle Anthony is here to take you home.”
Lilly rested her head on Anthony’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around him, and remained in a daze.
Meanwhile, Lisa stood there in a daze as well, clutching the pillow and blanket in her hands. Should she bring them along or not?
Anthony advised, “Leave them here, we don’t need them.”
He had everything they needed in the car.
Suddenly, Lilly spoke up, “Oh, by the way, Uncle Anthony, Daddy drove your car here.”
Lilly mentioned this to remind her uncle not to forget about his car. Little did she know that her innocent remark would turn into a small stab in seconds.
Blake, leaning against the room door, clicked his tongue and felt betrayed, “Why did you sell your dad off?”
Lilly replied, “Huh? No, I didn’t. My Daddy is priceless.”
Daddy is priceless.
She did not understand his meaning.
Blake felt a stab in his heart and really wanted to spank Lilly.
Anthony, with a twinkle in his eyes, said, “Don’t worry, Uncle Anthony knows about this already.”
Blake told him before he took the car and booked the hotel. Anthony knew that Blake always tried to take advantage of him. Sometimes, Anthony wondered if Blake had no money.
But he knew very well that Blake had no less money than him.
“Let’s go, let’s head home first.”
Blake tossed the USB and laptop he was holding to Damian and said, “Take this and keep them for now.”
Those things were useless to him and Lilly. What they were searching for was the evil spirit residing in Rain’s heart.
However, the video could be beneficial to Damian if Rain decided to bite him.
Damian nodded in agreement.
“You should head back. We’re going out first,” he said.
Blake hugged Lilly tightly, considering the situation. “Let’s go. Your Grandma will wake up later.”
Lilly’s yawn paused halfway as a wave of nervousness washed over her. “Daddy, how long have I been sleeping?”
She still remembered going to bed and planned to wake up at five o’clock!
She overslept!
Blake reassured her, “It’s 6.10. It’s not a big issue. Your uncle’s car is fast, and we’ll be home in 30 minutes.”
Anthony had a puzzled expression.
At that moment, Anthony’s phone rang, so he excused himself to answer the call. Blake took Lilly in his arms.
As they stepped out, they spotted Rain standing in the corridor, looking around.
The instant Lilly caught sight of her, she stood upright.
“Daddy! Did you see?” Lilly whispered to Blake, her eyes fixed on Rain.
Blake whispered back, “Yes, I saw.”
He noticed Rain was accompanied by a baby ghost that appeared from nowhere.
The baby ghost was not an actual spirit, but a miniature replica of Rain herself, only the size of a fist.
It rested on Rain’s shoulder, with its eyes tightly shut.
Blake was taken aback.
Huh? Has she raised a baby ghost? That’s quite impressive!
