Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 500

Even after Her Death 

Chapter 500 I’m Your Psychologist 

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Carter told me he searched through all of Snowville and couldn’t find Sergio. If he hadn’t poisoned me, why would he seem so guilty? 

I stood alone in the room, no one to answer me. 

It felt as if I had been abandoned on a deserted island. The room had many comic books, novels, some art supplies, and a tablet. 

However, the tablet wasn’t connected to the internet, though it had plenty of movies and mini–games downloaded. 

Every now and then, food would be brought through a rectangular hole. 

Sometimes it was afternoon tea, sometimes fruit, and sometimes a full meal–each meal was different and nutritionally balanced. 

At first, I didn’t dare eat the food brought to me. 

But after a whole day of hunger, I could feel the baby inside me becoming restless, its movements increasing in frequency. 

I had no other choice. I feared for my life, and I feared for the baby’s safety. 

Things had come this far, and all I could do was survive. 

rviving 

Only by could I have a chance to see Carter again. 

I started eating the food and tried to rest. 

At this point, I had a feeling I understood his plan: he simply locked me in this room, kept everyone away, and eventually, I would forget everything–including Carter. 

There 

as no pen in the room, so I sat in front of the drawing board and drew day and night. 

I sketched 

Cry memory I had of Carter, one drawing after another, day after day. 

But his face became more and more blurry in my mind. At first, I remembered him clearly, but gradually, all I could recall was his tall nose and the deep affection in his eyes. 

Stacks of drawings piled up beside me, and time passed. I glanced at the calendar I had made. 

I had been on this island for exactly one month. 

That day, I picked up my pen. My muscles had formed a habit, and I began drawing. 

But strangely, I could no longer remember what Carter looked like. 

I flipped through the portraits I had drawn of him, and my fingers brushed over his face. Tears slowly slid down my cheeks. 

“Carl, how could I forget you?” 

I tried desperately to remember everything about him, but many things had faded into fragments. 

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Still, I could vaguely recall that he was the man I loved most. 

But how had I ended up here? Where had Carter gone? 

I pressed my hands to my head, and whenever I applied pressure, the pain in my skull was sharp. 

Even so, I continued to dip my brush in paint, writing Carter’s name again and again. 

I couldn’t forget him. 

The next day, when I woke up, I instinctively walked to where I had stored the art supplies. 

But there was no drawing board, and all my pictures were gone. 

I stood there, lost in thought. What am I supposed to do? 

Had somethingbeenplacedhere? 

Whatam I searchingfor? 

I felt like I had forgotten something important. Every time I tried to think about it, a sharp headache followed, so I tried to ignore it. 

Days passed, and I forgot everything. My mind was foggy, and every day felt the same. 

That morning, when I woke up, I found the door to my room had been opened. 

I put on my coat and cautiously walked to the door, scanning the outside warily. 

I had no idea why I was here or where I was supposed to go. 

A kick from the baby in my belly made me look down at my rounded stomach. 

I was pregnant? And from the looks of it, about five months along. I could even feel the baby moving. 

Who was the father of this child? Was it Luke? 

But why couldn’t I remember anything? 

I was in a large house; even the stairs were carpeted. It was spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in ages. Was this my home? Why did it feel so unfamiliar? 

As I walked across the thick carpet and reached the door, I noticed the ceiling must have been over 20 feet high, and the door was especially large. 

Through the window, I could vaguely see the beautiful garden with various flowers, especially the vibrant hydrangeas in full bloom. 

There were rose bushes, fruit trees, a wooden swing, a mushroom–shaped house, and wild rabbits hopping 

on the lawn. 

It looked like something out of a fairy tale, so beautiful. 

I stood barefoot on the soft grass, feeling a little pricked, as the sea breeze lifted my white dress. 

In the distance I saw the ocean and un on the hills there were white sheen grazing The green grass rinnled 

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as the wind passed over it, a sight to behold. 

The garden was a sea of blooming flowers, making me feel lighter and happier. 

I sat on the swing, the whole scene in front of me so strange. 

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Suddenly, the swing was pushed from behind. Before I could even look back, I felt my body swaying. 

The wind picked up, and I gripped the handles tightly, calling out, “Slow down.” 

“Okay,” came a deep voice from above, strange yet somehow familiar. 

The swing slowly stopped, and a tall man stepped in front of me. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and his shirt was buttoned up to the top. 

Silver–framed glasses sat on his nose, and he looked refined and scholarly. 

I stared at him, as if I had seen him somewhere before. 

“Who are you? How did I get here?” 

He slowly crouched down and reached for my 

feet. 

I instinctively pulled them back, eyes wary.