Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 509

Chloe?

His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite recall who it was.

It didn't sound like an enemy, though.

"Chloe, can you hear me?"

I quickly responded, "Yes, I can. But I've forgotten almost ten years of memories, so I don't really remember who you are."

"D*mn," came an exclamation from the other end, followed by a rather aggrieved tone, "You really don't remember me?"

"I feel like your voice is familiar, but I can't place it. Sorry."

He asked again, "What about Carter? Have you forgotten him too?"

I could only answer honestly, "I know he's my husband, but I've forgotten the things that happened between us."

As soon as I said that, I heard a sound that resembled a goose honking—no, it was laughter.

"Hahaha! Carter, this is your day of reckoning! Chloe forgot me, and she forgot you too. Tsk tsk, and I was the one who found her first," the man on the other end said excitedly.

He sounded so gleeful, completely out of sync with my current life-and-death situation.

I wanted to remind him to show respect for my predicament and lend me a hand.

"Could you help me contact ... " I hadn't finished speaking when a low, raspy, and incredibly distinct male voice suddenly cut through.

"Chloe, are you okay?"

The moment I heard that voice, a sharp pang hit my nose, and tears immediately rolled down my cheeks.

I knew it was him.

Even though my mind had forgotten him, my body still retained the instinct to love him.

At the sound of his voice, a flood of emotions surged in my heart.

He sounded a little nervous, his voice growing urgent, "Chloe, what's going on?"

I quickly answered, "Carl, is that you?"

"It's me, Chloe. It's me." His voice carried a mix of unease, anxiety, and an eagerness that couldn't wait.

I could hear his exhaustion and knew he wasn't doing well, so I briefly told him about what had happened recently.

"I'm fine, really. Don't worry. Sergio hasn't done anything to me except restrict my freedom. However, his grandmother, the mastermind behind all this, is trying to use the babies in my belly to harm the Boltons. Right now, we're hiding on a small island."

Carter reassured me, "I've already tracked your location. I'm on my way. Chloe, don't be afraid—at most, it'll take 20 minutes, and we'll be together again."

Twenty minutes!

Excitement surged within me at that moment. Then the voice from earlier chimed in again. The first man's smug tone was unmistakable. "You have me to thank for that little bunny I gave Chloe."

A female voice interjected with a scornful tone, "There you go again, you creep. You just couldn't let go of your obsession with tracking Chloe, could you?"

"Come on, admit it—you owe me a thank you."

The female voice snorted coldly, "Pervert."

Then, addressing me, her voice suddenly turned bright and cheerful, "Chloe, have you lost your memory? Do you still remember me? I'm Zoey! I'm so sorry. If I hadn't asked you to come pick me up, none of this would've happened.

"You've been out there on your own for months. Are you starving? Freezing? Has he mistreated you? Why is it that you always end up surrounded by lunatics?"

"I ... "

She didn't give me a chance to answer and continued in one breath, "It's all my fault. I promise I'll never ask you to pick me up again. I've already lost Whitney; I can't lose you too! Just hang in there—we'll get you out no matter what."

When she finally paused, I seized the moment to speak, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I haven't gone hungry, and I've actually gained almost 20 pounds."