Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 507

The next morning, I was woken up by the piercing sound of a helicopter.

Sergio was no longer in the room. I threw off the blanket and got out of bed, spotting the couple not far away boarding the helicopter and leaving.

This island had its signals blocked, so there was no route to the outside world. On most days, apart from him, I didn't even see anyone else.

Trying to call for help under his watchful eyes was nearly impossible.

As I watched my belly grow larger by the day, I couldn't help but wonder how anxious Carter must be out there.

Toward the later stages, nights became a torment for me. As the baby grew, it pressed against my organs, causing frequent acid reflux that burned my esophagus painfully.

Sergio would make soups and porridge for me, spoon-feeding me bit by bit.

When I couldn't sleep at night, he hardly rested either.

Whenever I needed to go to the bathroom, he would stand guard outside the door, worried that something might happen to me with my big belly.

"Just one more month. Hang in there," he said, helping me back onto the bed.

Forget one month—every day, every second was pure torture.

Lying down was uncomfortable. Sitting for too long made me ache all over, and I couldn't walk far without hurting my back and waist.

In a hoarse voice, I said to him, "You haven't been resting well either these days. Go to sleep. I'll be fine on my own."

He noticed the burn in my esophagus caused by stomach acid and looked at me with a pained expression. "Does it still hurt? Don't worry, I'm here with you."

Hurt? It was far beyond that. My entire body felt uncomfortable.

Although my face hadn't grown rounder and my limbs remained slender, my internal organs were being squeezed unbearably.

When the little ones pressed their hands and feet against my belly, I could already see the faint outlines clearly.

That was my only comfort.

"Yeah, it's a bit uncomfortable."

He let out a sigh. "If you're really struggling, I can contact a doctor for an evaluation. If everything checks out, you can have a C-section and deliver the babies early."

"No."

I refused immediately. How could I be so selfish?

When the time comes naturally, the babies should stay in the womb to absorb nutrients. While modern medical technology can keep premature babies born at eight months alive, I was carrying twins. Twins are smaller than single babies, and even if I'm suffering, it's worth it for them to grow healthy and strong.

But ...

How is their father doing now? Does he miss us, just as I'm thinking about him?

Sergio was good to me, but my heart was already filled with someone else. There was no space left for him.

For the sake of the children, I could only tread carefully around him.

Just a little over a month left, and I would finally meet my babies.

All the previous plans had fallen apart. I could barely walk at this point, so I couldn't think of anything else except safely delivering my children and figuring out what to do next.

That night, I felt restless, perhaps from the constant discomfort.

Even the sea seemed unusually uneasy tonight—the wind had picked up.

The glass was streaked with slanting rain, and a cold gust blew in through the balcony window, sending a chill through me.

Before I could get up, Sergio had already shut the window.

"Looks like there's going to be a thunderstorm tonight. Do you need noise-canceling headphones?"

"No, I'm fine."

I got up, cradling my belly as I paced around the room. Nights like this made me feel uneasy.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door. "Boss, there's something that requires your attention."

There were quite a few people on this island, from cooks to cleaners, logistics staff, doctors, and bodyguards.

Occasionally, when I took walks along the shoreline, I'd see security personnel patrolling.

However, they'd been strictly ordered not to interact with me.

For someone to disturb Sergio at this hour, it was clear the matter was serious.

Sergio helped me sit down on the edge of the bed. "Rest for now. I'll be back soon. Take care of yourself."

"Alright."

He left in a hurry, and as I heard the door close, my heart began racing even faster.

What could require his attention in the middle of the night?