My five ghostly husbands-Chapter 238 Milo feelings

"Don’t be naughty! There are cars around!" Ruby warned, her hands on her hips as she gave them both a sharp look.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it had that tone...the one that made them freeze like statues.

Milo immediately stopped giggling.

Karl dropped Milo’s cheek mid-squish.

And without a word, the two of them turned and ran behind Adrian and Julian, as if hiding behind them would protect them.

Adrian didn’t move. He simply stood there like a wall.

Julian looked mildly concerned as the two crashed into his back.

Then, without warning—

"Move!" Karl whispered, pushing Milo aside.

"No, you move!" Milo pushed back.

"You’re too close to brother Adi"

"So are you!"

They started shoving each other quietly, as if that made it less noticeable. One trying to hide better than the other, elbows flying, both whispering threats under their breath.

Ruby sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

What a naughty, childish husbands she had...

Ruby shook her head slightly, watching as Karl and Milo continued their silent pushing match behind Julian and Adrian like two kids pretending they weren’t caught misbehaving.

Just then, the salesperson returned, holding a small set of silver keys in her hand.

"Miss, you can begin your test drive now," she said politely, handing them over.

Ruby nodded.

The witch walked ahead toward the side corner of the showroom and gently turned a switch embedded in the wall. With a soft hum, the rooftop glass slowly began to open, folding back smoothly like petals. A quiet breeze rushed in from above as the sky revealed itself.

Ruby’s red eyes lit up slightly with awe.

Beautiful.

The car sat in the center of the platform now—a five-seater, dark black with chrome edges, elegant in design, yet practical. Ruby glanced at the seats, thinking to herself, Me, and my four husbands. It’s perfect.

She slid into the driver’s seat smoothly, adjusting the mirror.

The salesperson sat beside her, holding a small diary in case Ruby had questions. Behind them, her husbands stood off to the side, watching curiously. Since it was a test drive, they wouldn’t be joining her this time.

With a soft hum, the car lifted from the ground, wheels tucking under, and slowly floated up into the air. Ruby guided it easily into the open sky.

"Did you like it, Miss?" the salesperson asked, watching her hands on the controls.

Ruby’s eyes stayed on the road, her fingers gently brushing a lever near the wheel. "Yeah..." she said softly, her voice calm.

She was scanning every function, testing each shift, quietly comparing it in her mind.

The design was different from the first car she had driven in this world, back when she’d just transmigrated.

This car was smooth. Stable. With better cantrol.

After the test drive, Ruby walked around the showroom a bit more, checking out a few other models. Some were fancier, brighter, and flashier... but none of them felt quite right.

Her eyes kept drifting back to that one simple black car.

So, without wasting more time, Ruby nodded to the salesperson, and they both made their way toward the showroom office to begin the purchase procedure.

The office was clean and quiet, with a wide desk and two glass chairs. While the staff prepared the paperwork, a tray of light snacks was placed on the table, soft bread rolls, butter cookies, and warm tea.

Milo sat nearby, peeking at the food but not touching anything.

Then, in a small voice, he asked, "Wife... can I eat?"

Ruby turned her head and smiled gently. "Of course, you can."

She sat down beside him and picked up a small cookie herself, taking a bite before adding, "Let’s eat together."

Milo blinked.

And then his heart fluttered.

He picked up a cookie with both hands like it was a gift, cheeks turning pink. She was eating with him. Not just allowing but joining.

His chest felt so warm.

He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

She didn’t treat him like a child.

She never brushed him off.

She always made room for him.

His fingers trembled a little as he nibbled quietly, sitting beside her in the sunlit office like he belonged there.

In that moment, his heart bloomed with soft feelings.

He liked her. He really, really liked her.

His childhood dreams of holding her hand, of walking beside her, of one day marrying her...they weren’t just dreams anymore.

He had gone through everything with her.

The struggles. The fear. The confusion.

And now... she was here.

His wife.

Successful. Strong. And still full of warmth.

And somehow, she was still reaching out to him.

I’m so glad I didn’t give up, Milo thought, his lips curving into a small smile. Because this love... was worth it.

He sat quietly beside Ruby, the soft cookie still in his hand, barely bitten. Her presence was warm beside him...calm, gentle, like sunshine through a window on a quiet morning.

She didn’t say much. She didn’t need to. She had smiled, shared her snack with him.

And for Milo...That was everything.

He stared down at the cookie in his hand, and his throat tightened. Not because of the food, but because of how deeply grateful he felt.

So many days in the past had felt cold. He remembered sleeping alone in corners of empty small rooms in childhood. Days where no one noticed if he ate, or if he cried. He had once thought love was something only others were allowed to have.

And yet now here he was. Sitting beside his wife. In a warm place. With cookies. With her.

Ruby didn’t treat him like he was small or slow. She didn’t tell him to stay quiet or sit elsewhere. She looked at him, talked to him, waited for his answers, and let him laugh like a child without making him feel like one.

And that simple moment—her biting into a cookie first just so he wouldn’t feel shy...shattered something in him. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

His chest hurt in a sweet way.

She’s here. She sees me.

Tears slowly welled up in his eyes. Not loud ones. Not broken or messy.

Just soft tears...silent and warm that slipped down his cheeks as he bit into the cookie Ruby had given him.

He wiped them quickly with the sleeve of his robe, hoping no one would notice. But inside, his heart was full.

He didn’t need riches. He didn’t need anything grand.

Just sitting next to her like this... feeling safe, feeling loved... it was more than enough.

Even if she never loves me the way I love her, he thought, just being beside her like this makes life worth it.

—To be continued...🪄

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