Chapter 9
One Year Dead, I Decide to Visit My Boyfriend in a Dream Chatper 09
I was hit by a car and died.
Saving a child.
That day, I’d originally planned to watch a movie with Ryan. While waiting for him outside my office, I saw a teenage boy standing at the crosswalk waiting for the light. Suddenly, a car swerved toward him at high speed.
The boy froze, staring at the car. Without thinking, I lunged and pushed the boy out of the way.
Died a hero.
“Baby, did they catch the driver?”
When Ryan nodded, I bit my lip and said. “My friend showed me a photo of his wife. The person in the passenger seat… I think… that was her.”
“What?”
I wasn’t sure at first, but the photo the Dream Keeper showed me gave me a vague impression.
Now thinking about it, everything was suspicious.
Why did the car suddenly swerve and head for the boy?
And why didn’t the boy run, staring straight into the car?
“Baby, can you do me a favor?” I looked at Ryan. “Help me find out what happened to that boy. And… his mother.”
At those words, Ryan laughed.
“Chloe, don’t you think I’ve done too much for you? I take care of you, and now I have to investigate your ghost friend’s family?”
He paused. “Most importantly… that family is connected to your death. I don’t want to know what happened inside their house.”
“Please, baby?”
The Dream Keeper was a good ghost. He’d worked hard to save Heaven Coins for years. I didn’t want him to get such an outcome.
If this was true, the Dream Keeper was better off not entering his son’s dream.
Seeing that he was still unhappy, I leaned close to him. “Please, baby. I’ll even try the new stuff you sent me, okay?”
After paying a heavy price and offering myself, I finally left the dream.
Looking at the square-faced man sitting there humming and playing games, I was so angry I could scream.
“I sacrificed way too much for you!”
The Dream Keeper was confused. “What? Fight with your supplier again?”
Images that made my cheeks burn flashed through my mind again. I gritted my teeth. “Never mind. You jerk.”
Dream Keeper: ?
A few days later, I received the full story from Ryan.
The woman in the passenger seat was indeed Hannah Baker, the boy’s mother.
And the driver was the woman’s new husband, Jake Cole.
Jake was a complete scumbag. He gambled, drank, and womanized. He often beat Hannah.
The Dream Keeper’s son, now a teenager, often tried to defend his mother—and was hurt even worse.
Eventually, Jake became murderous.
He took out a huge insurance policy on the Dream Keeper’s son, planning to kill him for the money.
At first, Hannah refused. But she was persuaded by Jake’s lies, who claimed that with the money, they could start over in another city.
He even swore he would change for good.
So Hannah agreed.
Their plan went smoothly. They lured the child to the suburbs—but the only accident was me.
The two of them confessed everything in detail. Even as an outsider, I trembled after reading it.
Even a tiger doesn’t devour its own cubs. Hannah was truly cruel.
Thankfully, both were in prison. Poor boy was now in foster care temporarily.
I couldn’t imagine how sad the Dream Keeper would be if he found out what had happened after his death.
My first thought was to stop him from entering his son’s dream.
“Mason!”
I ran to the Dream Management Office, but the Dream Keeper was nowhere to be found.
“He went to see his son,” Grandma Spider, who was covering his shift, fanned herself and told me. “He even took his game console. Said he’s gonna play Tetris with his son.”
My heart sank.
I was doomed.
I couldn’t find him, so I could only wait outside. About an hour later, the dream gate opened.
“Mason.”
I walked over. “A—are you okay?”
The Dream Keeper looked calm, his square face even squarer.
He forced a smile at me.
“Chloe. Thank you.”
My heart sank.
He knew.
