Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 245

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Chapter 245 The Killer Starts Testing Me 

Chapter 245 The Killer Starts Testing Me 

Sadie was too focused on trying to win Ashley back, and I was worried that if she found out the truth, it could be a disaster. 

After all, with someone as sharp as Anna around, it would be easy for her to figure everything out. 

So, I tried to convince her, “It’s better if you leave today The New Year is coming, and the wedding is close. You’d better not cause trouble now 

Why should I leave? I’m not some shameful secret that needs to be hidden! Sadie shot back. 

Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. If she didn’t count as a disgrace, who would? She wasn’t even an illegitimate child. 

But I kept my irritation in check and spoke in a calm, persuasive tone. “Are you sure you want to go inside? The Sanders are here too. Don’t forget, even if your name is cleared, they haven’t forgiven og forgotten. Ethan and the assassin didn’t have any personal grudge—so why would he be targeted? Paren will go to great lengths to protect their kids. You might be walking straight into their wrath.” 

A flicker of fear crossed Sadie’s face. 

Despite her stubbornness, she couldn’t deny that Ethan’s death was indirectly tied to her actions. 

“It’s best to avoid causing problems right now. If things go wrong, you might not be able to carry out your plan 

She shot me a glare but finally conceded. “Fine. I’ll listen to you this time.” 

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away. I exhaled in relief, grateful she had finally seen reason. 

If she stayed, she would’ve witnessed Ashley and Anna together, and I knew she wouldn’t have been able to endure it. 

Glancing at my watch, I turned to Damian. “Carter should be here soon. Go take him.” 

Carter still maintained the image of being disabled in public. For reasons I didn’t fully understand, he insisted on keeping up the charade even though his legs had long since healed. 

“Yes, Mrs. Zoey. Be careful,” Damian said before leaving, 

I felt somewhat secure at the Hudsons because Anna wouldn’t dare try anything with so many people 

around. 

With Sadie out of the way, I could refocus on my goal. 

As I walked through the courtyard, I turned a corner and nearly collided with a tall man. He wore a servant’s uniform and held a machete in his hand, its blade dripping with fresh blood. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, his voice deep and hoarse. 

When our eyes met, my heart seemed to stop beating, and I froze. 

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It was him. 

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The man who had killed me stood before me, his face different but his creepy eyes unmistakable. 

He had infiltrated the Hudson Residence, working as one of their servants. 

The blood on the machete brought back haunting memories of the night I died. 

I trembled uncontrollably, though I tried to force myself to stay calm and act naturally. I couldn’t let my fear betray me. 

It was carved into my instincts, yet I knew he was watching closely, gauging my every move. 

His eyes locked onto me, cold and piercing, just like that fateful night when he plunged the knife into me. As I lay helpless, he stood over me, silent and unblinking, until I lost consciousness. 

My gaze dropped to the chicken dangling from his left hand, its lifeless body dripping blood. So that was what he had been doing–slaughtering poultry. 

Still, the sight of the blood drained all the color from my face, and I let out a sharp scream. “Ah, blood!” 

The sound of my cry brought others running. A woman rushed over, her face full of apology. 

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bolton. He’s new here and doesn’t know the rules yet. He just finished with the chicken and hasn’t had time to clean up.” 

My terror was too real to completely hide, so I exaggerated it instead. 

Covering my eyes dramatically, I stammered, “I–I nearly fainted! I turned the corner, and there he was, holding that bloody knife!” 

The woman frowned at the man and kicked him lightly. “Apologize to Mrs. Bolton right now!” 

“Sorry, Mrs. Bolton,” he rasped, his voice harsh and grating, as though his throat had been scorched. 

“Take that knife and the chicken away immediately—it’s horrifying!” the woman demanded. 

Without a word, he walked off with the chicken, while the woman continued scolding him. 

My hands were still trembling, and a fresh wave of fear swept through me. What if he turned around and attacked that woman? 

The scariest people were always the ones who stayed silent, showing no emotion. 

In TV shows, villains often gave long, dramatic speeches before attacking. But in reality, the most dangerous individuals acted without hesitation or warning. 

He had moved so quietly behind me that I hadn’t even heard his steps. Then, without warning, he plunged a knife into me. His strike was swift and deliberate, leaving no room for escape. 

The woman had noticed how pale I was, likely assuming that someone like me–used to a life of ease— would naturally be shaken by such a gruesome sight. 

“Mrs. Bolton, are you frightened? Don’t worry. It’s just some chickens,” she said, trying to calm me. 

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I placed a hand on my chest, pretending to steady myself. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. It’s a hit overwhelming. I got lost and accidentally wandered into the kitchen? 

“Let me escort you back she offered kindly. 

“Thank you” 

As I glanced back, the man’s figure faded into the snowy distance, leaving behind a trail of blood. 

For a brief moment, it felt as though it wasn’t a chicken he was carrying, but me. 

“Who was that? He looked scary.” I deliberately asked. 

“Oh, that’s Silas, she replied. “He doesn’t say much but gets the work done. He handles all the unpleasant jobs in the kitchen, like slaughtering chickens and ducks. No one else wants to do it, but he’s fast and 

efficient.” 

The thought of how easily he could take a life made a shiver run down my spine. 

“Silas?” A repeated. “What’s his last name?” 

“I believe it’s Blevins. Do you know him?” 

“No,” I lied. “I think he has a… rather intimidating presence. 

The woman chuckled lightly. “Don’t let his size fool you. He’s actually meticulous. You have nothing to fear, Mrs. Bolton.” 

“Thank you,” I said softly, “I’ll head inside now.” 

“Of course, Mrs. Bolton,” she said with a polite nod. 

I turned toward the house, forcing my expression to remain neutral, but a sudden realization stopped me.