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“Give me a chance. I bet you will want to be my wife by the time this is all over,” he said, with no trace of teasing in his tone. Lydia blushed from what Betelgeuse was insinuating.
Betelgeuse can't get Lydia out of his mind; Lydia makes another deal with the Ghost with the Most.
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很可爱的原作结局向虫莉
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[But the sight of her wearing the wedding ring he’d given her–– it was enough to push the poltergeist over the edge. He struggled for words, suddenly very turned on at the thought of Lydia being his legal property and with a ring to show for it.
“Sorry,” Lydia said quickly, moving as if to take the ring off. Betelgeuse caught her wrist, stopping her from doing so. When Lydia looked back at her hand, she gasped; the gold band was gone, replaced by a thin gold ring with a circular blood-red stone in the middle. Smaller diamonds encrusted the edges of the scarlet stone, shimmering like ethereal gems.
“That’s better,” Betelgeuse said roughly. He didn’t want Lydia running around with some dead whore’s ring on her finger. No, that would not do at all. His future bride deserved the kind of ring that sat upon the finger of a regal Queen.
He all but sank to the floor in front of her at the thought of his Lydia crowned the Queen of Darkness, reigning over the Netherworld with the Ghost with the Most heeding to her every whim like a lovesick puppy.
“Betelgeuse,” Lydia said softly. The fine hairs on the nape of Betelgeuse’s neck stood on end from the way she said his name. He knew he should have told her to be careful about saying it, but the ghost realized he was almost addicted to the way she said his name. It made his old dead heart twitch in his chest.
“This is too much…” she said slowly, even though the poltergeist could tell she didn’t want to take the ring off.
“Nonsense.” Betelgeuse held out his crooked arm for her, where Lydia curled her small hand over his upper arm. The ring glinted in between them. Lydia gasped when Betelgeuse conjured both of them from her bedroom door to the front porch, where a familiar black Beetle awaited them like a gothic carriage.
“I like your choice of car, babes,” Betelgeuse said, winking at her. He opened the door for her, and it only took Lydia a second to connect the dots.
Once they were settled into her car, Lydia flashed him a hot glare. “I didn’t choose this car because of you,” she said stoutly, folding her arms across her chest.]
[Lydia glanced up at him. He’d taken off the jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button up so swatches of his forearms were visible. Lydia pretended not to notice the way his biceps stretched out the fabric of his upper arms. Betelgeuse had a bit of a beer belly, but it was clear from his strong shoulders and thick arms that he could do some damage.
Betelgeuse was looking at her too, but Lydia fought off the feelings of embarrassment for being caught staring at him again. The way he was looking at her, uncharacteristically serious and quiet, made Lydia feel breathless and it had nothing to do with the higher elevation.]