Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 503

The helicopter roared above, sending strong gusts that made my hair and dress flutter wildly.

"Dr. Zimmer, who's coming?" I turned to Sergio, noticing his frown, his expression colder than usual.

"Just some unrelated people," he said flatly.

Then, as if realizing his tone, he softened and looked at me. "By the way, we're married now. Isn't calling me 'Dr. Zimmer' a bit too distant?"

His words caught me off guard. "Then ... what should I call you?"

"Serg," he answered, stepping closer and gently smoothing my windblown hair. "And from now on, can I call you Coco?"

His intimate address made me uncomfortable. A shiver ran down my spine, and goosebumps formed on my arms.

But he liked me. Would it be too cold of me to refuse?

Especially since I had forgotten everything about him and had kept my distance from him all this time.

After a brief hesitation, I nodded. "Alright."

The helicopter landed, and I saw figures approaching. I instinctively asked, "Who are they?"

From a distance, I could make out a man and a woman, accompanied by a group of bodyguards.

As they drew closer, the guards—clad in black, their faces concealed behind masks and sunglasses—remained expressionless.

The man and woman appeared to be in their 40s or 50s. The woman was remarkably well-kept, with few visible wrinkles and an air of sophistication. She looked younger than her supposed age.

Her eyes were piercing, carrying the weight of someone who had seen too much of the world.

The instant our gazes met, an unexplainable sharpness sent a chill down my spine.

The man beside her appeared unremarkable, yet his deep, unreadable stare unsettled me.

Without thinking, I took a step back, hiding behind Sergio.

The woman spoke, "Did you come all this way just for her?"

A sense of unease tightened in my chest—I had been right. They meant harm to me.

Sergio must have noticed my fear. He reached for my wrist, his grip firm. "It's okay. Don't be scared."

But I couldn't shake off the dread creeping over me. I had no recollection of those people, yet an instinctive fear clung to me.

There were gaps in my memory, pieces of my past lost to me. But when I first saw Sergio, something about him felt strangely familiar.

His words resonated deeply, echoing a memory I should cherish.

Still, I was certain I had never met those two before. So why did they terrify me so much?

Sergio's gaze remained steady as he spoke, "Dad, Mom, you're scaring her."

"They're your parents?" I felt even more puzzled. They didn't seem like family, though I could faintly see a resemblance between Sergio and the woman.

"Yes," he admitted, his voice softer. "They can be intense sometimes. I'm sorry if they frightened you. Let's get you some rest."

I had no desire to stay near them. Their hostility was unmistakable, like they despised me before even knowing me.

Only one thought filled my mind—leave as far as possible.

Sergio must have noticed my reluctance because as I hurried away, he reassured me, "Don't be afraid, Coco. I'm here. I'll protect you this time."

"Hmm."

His words seemed to carry a hidden meaning. What did he mean by 'this time'?

After leading me back to the room, Sergio asked, "Are you scared of them?"

I nodded without hesitation. "I feel like your mom doesn't like me."

A woman's intuition was rarely wrong.