Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 404

Zoey's timing was so perfect that I couldn't help but wonder if Carter had sent her.

The next second, she glanced my way, winking and furrowing her brows in quick succession.

Alright, she was here for me.

Since Carter couldn't approach me himself, he sent her instead.

Zoey had always been overly friendly, previously clinging to Whitney like they'd been lifelong friends.

As a new person in the circle with no connections, she didn't raise suspicions.

Even if the Carlyn brothers found her suspicious, they couldn't figure out her motives.

To be fair, neither could I.

Still, I had to thank her for the phone she had given Whitney earlier. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to contact Carter so quickly this time.

Zoey was my lucky star.

Yael greeted her with a casual wave. "Mrs. Pearson, here to see Whitney again?"

Zoey nodded enthusiastically. "That's right! There's a high-end fashion show today, and I invited Whitney to come along. Since she's getting married soon, she might find an even better dress."

"Thank you, Mrs. Pearson," Taylor interjected with a polite smile. "But Whitney's feeling unwell today and won't be able to go."

Of course, Taylor wouldn't let Whitney leave without permission, so he made up an excuse to decline.

Zoey shot back without missing a beat. "Is that so? Are you her spokesperson? She hasn't said a word—how would you know she doesn't want to go?"

I silently gave Zoey a thumbs-up in my mind.

Girl, you're amazing!

Taylor's usual tactics clearly didn't work on her.

Since her rebirth, Zoey had treated everyone as equals—except for me, perhaps.

Even Carter had to give her some respect.

Watching Zoey radiating joy and confidence under the sunlight like a sunflower, I felt both happy and envious.

Even knowing her future held another untimely death, she embraced life to the fullest. Unlike me, I am constantly weighed down by the past and the future.

Whitney's voice broke through my thoughts. "I want to go."

Taylor's expression darkened. "But your health—"

She cut him off, meeting his threatening gaze with defiance. "I said, I want to go!"

Whitney knew Zoey and I were on the same side. Perhaps my presence had sparked a change in her—she was beginning to resist.

The three of us had faced our tragedies, but through our pain, we slowly awakened and began to change.

Zoey, the once-melancholy girl, was the first to recover. Under Carter's care, I was improving too.

Now, Whitney was the priority.

Not only did I need to rescue her from this nightmare, but I also had to help her return to a normal girl's life, to pull her out of the darkness.

Her rebellion against Taylor was a significant first step.

Taylor, accustomed to her compliance, was momentarily stunned by her sudden defiance.

In his brief hesitation, Zoey darted over and grabbed Whitney's hand. "I knew you'd say yes! Let's go!"

With the Carlyn brothers watching, Zoey cheerfully led Whitney away without a care in the world.

I quickly followed.

"Whitney."

Zoey's unpredictable methods had completely caught Taylor off guard.

He hurried forward, blocking their path.

Zoey stepped in front of Whitney. "She said she's going. What's it to you? If you keep this up, you'll never find a wife, not even in the most remote village!"

I nearly burst out laughing. I'd told her to stop binge-reading novels late at night, but here she was, adopting the tone of a nagging grandma.

Could she at least respect the fact that this man had brutally dismembered me?

While I trod carefully around the Carlyns, she barged in, throwing punches left and right. Clearly, she had yet to experience their brand of terror.

Whitney hesitated, then said softly, "I'd like to go to the fashion show, please?"

Her pitiful demeanor tugged painfully at my heart.

How could she manage to joke at such times? She's really carefree!