Chapter 4Echoes of Summer: My Ghostly Sweetheart

Lying in the bathtub with my clothes off.

Enveloped by the hot water, listening to the splashing sounds.

I finally felt like I was pulled back to reality.

Even though I had just received a package filled with Carter's belongings today.

Even though I was standing at his grave just an hour ago.

But separated only by a wall, his voice was incredibly real.

"Summer, what is the deal with that fiancé of yours?"

"I saw it earlier, this isn't the first time you've gotten a text like that."

"Also, that guy's face..."

The topic I had deliberately been avoiding was brought up by him again.

It was true.

This wasn't the first time Spencer's secretary had sent provocative photos.

But so what?

I didn't care.

"Six years ago, my mom remarried. She married some nouveau riche guy."

"It's a business marriage, you know? Looking like you is just a coincidence. Don't flatter yourself."

Carter probably didn't get it.

He went quiet again.

There was only the faint sound of footsteps shifting from the living room to the bathroom door.

Recalling his wall-phasing trick from earlier...

I frowned and asked tentatively, "Carter, you're not trying to peek at me showering, are you?"

Before he could answer, a tall silhouette was reflected on the frosted glass door.

Ghosts have shadows?

Filled with doubt, I got out and put on my bathrobe.

However, the person who opened the door wasn't Carter.

It was Spencer, the man who was supposed to be making out with his secretary in a hotel right now.

He held the photos he had dug out of the package of Carter's belongings, looking at me with a dark, brooding expression.

"I brought you medicine when you were sick, I drove through a storm to bring you condoms when you needed them. You've been my devoted lapdog for six years, all because of this face?"

"Carter? Makes sense. Every time you get drunk, that's the name you call out."

Spencer's words made my heart skip a beat.

I instinctively glanced toward Carter, who had just floated out of the study.

But Spencer wasn't finished.

He raised an eyebrow and suddenly laughed.

His tone was dangerously casual.

"Where are you hiding him? Bring him out so I can meet him."