Alas, this Grace girl couldn’t hear the inner complaints of the two men under the bed, but she still sat at the head of the bed, on the side farthest from Mr. Carter.

“Grace... a few days apart feel like three autumns. We haven’t seen each other for almost ten days now.

It makes Carter feel as if several years have passed…”

“Mm... it really has been a while.”

Grace’s voice trembled slightly, and under the bed, William Grant calmly analyzed that it was probably due to nervousness.

“Grace, though I haven’t had time to see you these days, you’ve always been on Carter’s mind…”

“…” William Grant listened to Mr. Carter’s cheesy lines with a face full of black lines, goosebumps erupting all over, feeling unbearably awkward.

He tilted his head and saw that Mr. Bennett, lying shoulder to shoulder beside him, wore the same look of disdain, his eyes full of contempt.

Good, it seems we’re all the type to share a common language.

He saw Mr. Bennett sense something and tilt his head, meeting the bright, scrutinizing gaze of this young man.

Considering their current predicament, and to reassure the other, he forced a smile in response.

Yes, a smile makes you friends. With his outstanding social skills and usual warmth, William Grant breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, sitting on the bed, Mr. Carter didn’t know if his cheesy lines had failed to have any effect.

He began to scoot closer. William Grant and Mr. Bennett watched as he inched his way, bit by bit, from one end of the bed to the other. And then...

“Mr. Carter, we agreed to just talk, please move back…”

“Grace, I just want to sit a little closer to you. Mm, your rouge smells so nice…”

“Mr. Carter, you, you... we agreed to just talk, you…”

At this moment, the bed began to move up and down.

“Beast!” Lying shoulder to shoulder under the bed, William Grant and Mr. Bennett simultaneously roared in their hearts with fury.

In the blink of an eye... with the rhythm of the bed, William Grant saw dust drifting down through the cracks in the bed boards.

“!!!” William Grant immediately raised his arm, but beside him, Mr. Bennett saw his movement.

Thinking he was about to do something rash, Mr. Bennett’s face turned deathly pale as he quickly pressed down William Grant’s arm.

“???” William Grant instinctively turned his head and saw the pleading look in Mr. Bennett’s eyes. Meanwhile, the dust landed right on his face...

“Achoo!!!”

“!!!”

…

A loud and crisp sneeze echoed through the room, and the previously lively bed instantly fell into dead silence.

“…”

“Who’s there?!” A voice, mixed with shock and anger, rang out from the bed.

Then William Grant saw two feet touch the ground, followed by a pair of slender, lotus-like feet.

“Come out!”

Then, William Grant saw Mr. Bennett, who had just stopped him from covering his mouth and nose and ruining his own plan.

At this moment, Mr. Bennett’s face was ashen with a bluish tinge, his eyes filled with utter despair, as if he might drop dead at any moment.

William Grant had originally wanted to kick this old man out with a pointed toe, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.

Forget it, after all, there’s no point in lying here any longer. Besides, I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose, I was forced into it—what’s the big deal?

The main thing is, I’m still a kid, so what if I heard it?

William Grant silently spread his legs, bent them, then straightened, letting his upper body smoothly slide out from under the bed.

Then he rolled up and climbed to his feet, just in time to hear a woman’s shrill scream.

“???” William Grant turned his head in confusion.

He saw a beauty with skin so fair it could outshine frost and snow, her features as if painted, truly a peerless sight.

Her expression was exaggerated, her eyes wide with shock.

William Grant’s gaze dropped slightly to her chest, and his eyes dimmed, his face full of disappointment.

Beside her stood a refined man with a handsome face and two short mustaches, now staring at him in utter bewilderment.

One of his hands was wrapped around the slender waist of this stunning woman.

She looked ethereal, as if untouched by the world, her light figure like a banished fairy. Her gauzy robe was half undone, revealing a bit of smooth, jade-like shoulder.

One hand clutched her collar, her cloud-like hair half undone, black locks cascading like a waterfall, her clear eyes full of shock and panic.

Especially the beauty mark on her cheek, which added the perfect finishing touch.

She was so pitifully lovely, one couldn’t help but want to hold her in their arms. Unfortunately, an A-cup really isn’t enough—at best, she could be a bro.

No matter how beautiful a girl is, she still needs to look like a girl, otherwise what’s the difference from a cross-dresser?

Grace felt like she was about to go crazy. Clearly, the one who crawled under the bed was the mature, adult Mr. Bennett.

How did the one who came out turn out to be an unfamiliar boy of eleven or twelve?

With rosy lips and white teeth, delicate brows and bright eyes, he was certainly handsome and charming, but the problem was, this was clearly not the same person!

It made Grace want to get down and check what other ghosts might be hiding under the bed.