Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 416

I shoved him away, staring at the smug smile on his lips. He looked particularly cheerful. "Chloe, I knew you'd come back," he said.

I gestured, "You lied to me."

A fleeting expression of guilt crossed his face, and he adopted a pitiful look, even feigning grievance. "Chloe, I'm sorry. If I hadn't lied, you wouldn't have obediently taken the medicine. If I hadn't poisoned you, you would've left me. I've seen Whitney chained up before. Day after day, the light in her eyes dimmed. Taylor regretted it, but it was too late to fix things. I don't want you to end up like that."

I extended my hand toward him for the antidote.

"Chloe, just wait a couple more days."

He took my hand and led me toward Bloom Valley. "It's beautiful inside. You'll love it."

I shook off his hand and pointed at my face.

"It's fine. Taylor already knows who you are. With that person gone, you're safe. Come on."

I rejected his touch, but he didn't seem bothered. It was as if my mere return was enough to make him happy.

The whole way, he was chirping and chattering in my ear excitedly.

"Chloe, I was so miserable after you left. Every day, I thought about what I could do to bring you back. In the end, I had to threaten you with someone else's life. Don't you have even a bit of feeling for me in your heart?"

I shot him a cold look. Did he really expect me to care about someone who poisoned me?

Sensing my silent resentment, he softened his tone. "Chloe, don't be mad at me, okay?"

He bent his tall frame, gently shaking my arm like a child. "I'm sorry. I won't hurt you again."

In the distance, Zoey's voice echoed. "Whitney, look at all the butterflies!"

Whitney had finished her wedding photoshoot and changed back into her own clothes. Her makeup remained flawless, accentuating her delicate features. She turned toward Zoey's direction and a white butterfly landed on her fingertip.

Startled, she froze in place, holding her breath.

She then silently studied the butterfly curiously.

Not far away, Taylor stood in a pristine white suit, watching Whitney with affection. He didn't interrupt the peaceful moment.

On appearances alone, they were a perfect match.

However, the deep-rooted feud between the Sanders and the Carlyns destined them to never truly be together.

Taylor could keep Whitney's body but not her heart.

If she had her way, Whitney wouldn't hesitate to drive a dagger straight into Taylor's chest.

The moment Zoey turned and saw me, her smile froze instantly.

Her mind raced as she processed my unexpected presence. Despite her curiosity, her relationship with me wasn't close enough to warrant further inquiry.

Suppressing the urge to greet me, she failed to conceal the worry in her eyes.

Whitney followed Zoey's gaze and spotted me. Without hesitation, she lifted her dress and ran toward me, scattering a cloud of butterflies in her wake.

Like a fierce mother hen, she shielded me from Yael while glaring at him angrily. "What are you trying to do to Chloe?"

"Whitney, don't misunderstand. I just invited Chloe as a guest. I haven't done anything," Yael replied, spreading his hands in a display of innocence.

Zoey feigned surprise. "Mrs. Bolton, what brings you here? What's going on?"

I gestured, indicating I couldn't speak.

"Mrs. Pearson, Mrs. Bolton is my guest. By the way, Mr. Pearson should be here to pick you up soon. Thank you for accompanying Whitney today; she seems much happier."

Yael exuded a gentlemanly demeanor, playing the role of the perfect host.

His polite dismissal, however, wasn't lost on Zoey—he had actually summoned Harlan!

Zoey also caught on to the hidden meaning behind her words. He was trying to send her away by calling Harlan over.

I shot Zoey a glance, signaling her to leave. Otherwise, who knew what this lunatic might do?

Zoey departed reluctantly. She couldn't risk exposing our connection.

Whitney remained wary, keeping her eyes on Yael, while Taylor appeared to be the calmest of them all.

He barely glanced at me, showing no particular reaction to my arrival.