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On the other side, after smoothly sliding into the back seat of the Bryant family’s car, Parker’s gaze fixed on Winnie sitting beside him, his eyes alight with passion and affection that seemed almost tangible. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Winnie was scrolling through her phone, not bothering to look up as she snapped. “Keep staring at me with those nauseating puppy dog eyes, and you might lose them.” 

Parker was speechless. 

He had thought she finally let him in the car because she had enough of playing hard to get. 

But her attitude hadn’t changed a bit. 

Could it be that she never really liked him at all? 

The thought made Parker’s insides churn with denial. Impossible. Why did she chase after him then if she hadn’t liked him? And why did she agree to let him in the car? 

He was sure Winnie was still sore about his engagement to Kathryn. 

With this thought, he softened his tone again, “Winnie…” 

At his voice, Winnie finally turned her head with an exasperated sigh. “You want to know why I followed you around back then? I’ll show you the truth.” 

She had no more patience for this clueless jerk. 

Parker’s heart wouldn’t believe what she was implying. A woman chasing a man had to mean nothing other than having a crush, right? 

He thought she was in denial about her feelings. 

Seeing his expression of disbelief mixed with a facade of understanding, Winnie fell silent, letting the driver continue toward their destination. 

As they drew closer, Parker’s expression grew oddly tense, 

Finally, the car stopped before a mansion, and he looked at Winnie with a half–smirk. “Winnie. did you get me in the car to drop me back home?” 

Indeed, they were at the Robinson family’s residence. 

Seeing where he was, Parker’s face lit up with smug satisfaction, his demeanor exuding 

confidence. 

Winnie didn’t waste words. Once the car stopped, she headed straight inside. 

The Robinson family’s housekeeper, recognizing the young master trailing behind Winnie, opened the door without question. 

Winnie strode in without the usual caution of a first–time visitor. 

Parker followed with an air of indulgence as if he were in his kingdom. 

But something felt off – Winnie headed straight to the second floor, making a beeline for the last bedroom in the hallway. 

How did she know where to go in a house she’d never visited? 

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Parker couldn’t help but protest. “Winnie, you can’t go 

in there.” 

Ignoring him, Winnie turned and asked, “Why? Because it belonged to your late grandma?” 

Parker’s pupils dilated, stunned by her knowledge, but Winnie had already opened the door before he could react. 

The room was musty, covered in dust from years of neglect. 

Parker’s face darkened. His grandmother had been the cornerstone of his family, and her passing over two years ago left a void rarely spoken of. 

Winnie’s intrusion felt like a violation. 

Parker was displeased but refrained from scolding her, his voice softening. “Winnie, you know this was my grandma’s room. Let’s not go in there. I’ll show you my room instead.” 

Winnie rolled her eyes at him, saying, “Want to know why I was following you around? The answer is in this room.” 

With that, she stepped inside. 

“Your grandma’s spirit came to me, asking me to watch over you…” she continued. 

Parker could hardly believe such a ridiculous answer. 

“My grandma’s spirit? Winnie, you don’t have to make up such lies to deny your feelings for me. I…” His words trailed off as Winnie suddenly pulled a charm from her backpack and tossed it into the air. 

The charm hovered midair and then surprisingly ignited without flame, casting a green light in the gloom before quickly extinguishing. 

As the light died, the room seemed to grow colder. 

Then, Winnie swiftly turned and threw some ash into his face. 

Parker shielded his eyes. “Winnie, what kind of trick is this…” 

Rubbing his eyes, he finally looked up, only to freeze at the sight before him. 

His late grandmother’s familiar squat and plump figure slowly appeared in the once–empty room. She looked confused but quickly recognized her surroundings, muttering in annoyance, “Oh dear, how did I get back here?” 

She noticed Winnie and her grandson, her eyes going wide with surprise. “Oh my, my dear boy… 

and the Henderson girl? Did you summon me, dear? What urgent matter brings me here? Don’t tell me my grandson has been haunted by some spirit again!” 

Though a spirit, his grandmother seemed very much alive. 

At mentioning that, her expression even carried a hint of anger. 

Standing at the doorway. Parker was dumbfounded. What in the world was going on here? And what did she mean by being “haunted” by something? 

Winnie didn’t waste any time. Pointing straight at Parker at the door, she addressed the old lady. 

“Your grandson has been hounding me because of that past incident. I’ve brought him here so you can set the record straight with him.” 

Upon hearing this, the old lady looked puzzled and then turned her gaze back to Parker, meeting his eyes squarely this time. 

Her face, etched with the kindness of years, suddenly lit up with joy. 

“My dear boy! You can see me now!” 

Parker felt a chill run down his spine, and his heart skipped a beat, but looking into those familiar and loving eyes, he couldn’t help but show a hint of dependence, his voice barely above a whisper, “Grandma…” 

After hearing her beloved grandson call out to her again, the old lady was visibly moved and 

floated toward him. 

Although Parker found his grandmother’s floating rather eerie, he couldn’t help but yearn for the embrace of this dear relative who had cherished him since childhood. Instinctively, he opened his arms, longing for that comforting hug. 

Just as the old lady, moved to tears, came floating up to him, her face suddenly turned stern. 

A cold gust of wind smacked into Parker’s face, accompanied by a sharp interrogation, 

“Don’t play dumb with me! Out with it! What’s this that I hear about you pestering the Henderson girl?”