Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 489

After leaving Jeffrey's room, I followed Carter back to ours. As he closed the door behind us, I asked, "What's really going on? Are you and Dad planning something?"

Carter cupped my face gently. "There's nothing for you to worry about. Dad just said that pregnant women shouldn't stay up late. Go take a shower and rest."

"But ... "

Before I could finish, he led me toward the bathroom. "Carl, I'm not at the point where I can't take care of myself. I can manage a shower."

"Fine," he said, relenting slightly. "But tomorrow, I'll have Damian add an extra layer of non-slip mats in the bathroom and put a carpet in the bedroom. It's better to be cautious."

Though it seemed a little much, I knew he was just being thoughtful, so I did not argue. "Okay."

"Be careful when you get up after your shower," he added.

"I know, Honey."

I stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I'll be careful, but if there's any news from Whitney, you have to tell me right away."

"I will," he promised.

As he stepped out, I realized he had skillfully avoided answering my question.

What exactly had Jeffrey meant earlier? Were they planning something involving Alisa?

Recently, I spent most of my time with Whitney during her treatment at Sergio's. What had they been up to at home?

Maybe Carter did not want to tell me because he was afraid I would stress over it.

And honestly, what could I do right now? I wasn't in a position to help—I'd only end up being a burden. For now, I decided to listen to Carter and get some rest.

The night stretched wide and endless, yet it seemed no one had a child as big as mine.

After my shower, I felt refreshed.

A cool breeze swept into the room, making the curtains flutter wildly

I walked toward the window, my nightgown swaying gently with the breeze.

I glanced at the yard below. Everything seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

Shaking my head, I dismissed my thoughts as overthinking.

Sliding under the blanket, I felt an unusual calm. I did not need a psychologist anymore—insomnia would no longer haunt me.

Before I could let my thoughts spiral, sleep took over the moment my head hit the pillow.

However, in the middle of the night, a deafening roar shattered the silence.

Startled, my eyes flew open. Carter's soothing voice quickly followed, "Don't be scared, Chloe."

Rain was pouring heavily outside. Through the window, I could barely make out the shadows of trees swaying wildly, their movements eerie under the dim streetlights.

The rain glistened like a shimmering net, falling relentlessly from the sky as if trying to ensnare the world itself.

Half-asleep and hoarse, I murmured, "Carl, was that thunder?"

"Yes," he replied softly. "It's pouring outside. Go back to sleep."

Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, turning night into day for a fleeting moment.

I instinctively nestled closer to him.

Carter gazed out the window with a pensive expression.

Sensing my stare, he turned back to me, his voice gentle, "It's okay. Rest, I'm here."

"Okay."

He covered my ears with his hands, muffling the thunder and lightning, creating a cocoon of safety that lulled me back to sleep.

Outside, the heavy rain continued to fall, cleansing the world. In the dim yard below, blood trickled slowly, forming small rivulets.

Pregnancy, I had discovered, has its quirks. For me, it had improved my sleep like nothing else. The doctor said it's normal—symptoms vary for everyone.

Apparently, I had developed an unusual fondness for deep, uninterrupted sleep.

This silly boy.