The Princess to Eight Uncles (Lily And Mr. Crawford) Chapter 333

Chapter 333 How Juvenile Can You Be, Blake?

Blake woke up at 5 a.m., as usual. He would go for a run and have breakfast before he went back to the military at eight. Lily usually woke up after eight, so Blake hardly had time to be with Lily. Sometimes, Blake wanted to wake Lily earlier to spend time with her, but he preferred letting her sleep in.

Blake kissed Lily gently on her forehead. She smiled even though she was still asleep. Blake looked at Lily adoringly.

Blake returned to his room to change for running, not noticing a pair of footprints following hirn.

At dawn. Blake was running on the street. He felt like someone was tailing him. Blake did not look back. Instead, he picked up the speed, and the footsteps from behind followed suit.

Blake ran as fast as an Olympic runner, yet the footsteps followed him closely. Blake realized what was happening: no ordinary human could run as fast as him without running out of breath.

Why would you follow me after getting hit by the car?

Blake remembered Lily told him before, that one should never turn their head when being followed at night because that would risk putting out the vitality fire on their shoulders. Blake thought he would be fine if he turned his whole body instead of his head.

Blake jumped up abruptly. He turned and kicked hard However, there was no one behind him. Blake landed on his feet. At the same time, he saw a pair of footprints behind him. Whose footprints are those?

Blake began to run away as fast as possible.

Lily woke up alone in her bedroom. The sky was still dark, and Polly was still asleep.

Lily vaguely remembered her father coming to her after being chased by a ghost in her dream. She also remembered she was protecting her father by holding onto him tightly.

That can’t be true. Daddy is so strong he could send a ghost ing away with a punch. He doesn’t need me to protect

him.

Lily yawned and went to wash her face.

Pablo came into the room. He sat down and read a book.

“Master, where have you been?” Lily mumbled with a mouthful of toothpaste. She looked at Pablo’s book curiously.

“What’s the book about?” Lily asked.

“Something you don’t understand. I’ll teach you when you are older,” said Pablo dismissively.

Lily pointed at the words in the book. “Mary had a little lamb. Her father shot it dead. Now it goes to school with her, between two chunks of bread,” she recited.

Pablo’s eyes twitched. “Who taught you this?” He was always amazed by Lily’s ability to spout nonsense.

“Hannah taught me this,” Lily answered.

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Fantastic! Pablo rolled his eyes. Lily had always had different people teaching her ridiculous stuff like this.

“Do you want me to teach you a new trick?” said Pablo with a smirk.

Lily shook her head. “No. Nothing good comes from you when you are smiling like this,” said Lily.

Lily wanted to run away, but the door opened abruptly Lily saw her father panting in his sweaty shirt.

“Dad? What happened? Did you come back from running? Why are you so tired?” asked Lily.

Blake ran to Lily before he looked back. He was no longer afraid of ghosts when he was with Lily. “Lily, is there any ghost behind me?” he asked.

Lily was about to say something when she saw a pair of footprints. The footprints were running when they stopped abruptly at the door and stepped back like they saw something scary.

“That’s strange,” said Pablo when he saw the footprints!

“What’s that, Master?” Lily found it strange to see only the footprints but not the ghost.

“Usually, people went on to reincarnate when they died. However, when someone died too suddenly, he would search for his footprints. These footprints belong to someone,” explained Pablo.

“Can the footprints walk by themselves?” Lily was surprised.

“Of course! A pair of eyeballs soaked in formalin solution in a shop stared at the customers. It contained the owner’s mind, just like when he was alive. The same goes for the footprints,” Pablo explained. Lily

nodded.

However, Blake frowned. He only noticed the victim’s bulging eyes. He tried to recall every detail of the accident using his photographic memory. He finally remembered the victim had lost both legs during the accident. The police later found his legs were crushed into pieces by the concrete truck. It seemed like it was not the ghost that followed Blake. It was the legs.

Blake looked at the door. The footprints were still there as if they were afraid to take another step.

“Come in if you dare,” said Blake. The footsteps moved forward, and then they moved back like they were sending a message.

Lily listened attentively. “Dad, he challenged you to gout,” Lily translated.

“You come in,” said Blake.

“He said you should go out,” Lily translated..

“Coward.” Blake smirked.

The pair of footprints stomped in frustration.

Pablo twitched his lips. How juvenile can you be, Blake?

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