Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 374 I Miss You Dearly

Chapter 374 I Miss You Dearly

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With all the commotion, I lost my mood, constantly worrying that Harlan might harm Zoey.

"Carter, your friend doesn't seem unreliable. I'm worried he..." I trailed off.

Carter bent down, scooping me up and carrying me upstairs. "He's just not good at loving, but he won't really hurt her. You should change the password tomorrow."

I blushed. I had shared the house password with Zoey, and she had shared her parents with me. I thought of my house as her house too.

It took me by surprise for her to show up at such an inconvenient time.

Once we were in the bedroom, Carter locked the door behind us, and only then did I feel secure.

"Chloe, no one can disturb us now."

Lately, Carter had been getting more and more passionate, but I didn't mind. Being with the person I loved in such a way was, after all, a beautiful thing.

We gave in to our desires until the early hours of the morning. As I lay beside him, I noticed a message from Zoey.

She was going to the White's residence tomorrow, trying to get close to Whitney for me.

My heart sank. I quickly dialed her number.

Zoey, still half asleep, mumbled, "Sis, do you check the time? You two have a sex life, but I didn't!"

"Zoey, stay away from the Carlyn brothers. I don't want you getting involved with them. They're dangerous!"

"Chloe, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Plus, Harlan will be there too."

I frowned and stopped her, "Then, keep your guard up. Those two are more complicated than they seem. If anything happens, contact me immediately. And don't let anyone see us together for now. They'll start suspecting you." "Got it, now go back to sleep." Zoey hung up.

Carter had finished his shower, lifted the blanket, and joined me in bed, pulling me into his arms. "Don't worry, Zoey isn't as clueless as you think. Didn't you advise Philippa to let her grow? I think you care about her more than Philippa does."

I chuckled lightly and said, "It's just a habit of mine to worry. If we have kids one day, I'll probably be even more anxious."

Carter pulled me closer, his fingers gently running through my hair, his voice husky. "Go to sleep."

The next day.

Just yesterday, I had mentioned wanting to visit the Doltons with him, and today, he had already arranged

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he wanted to make it clear to the Doltons that wasn't interested in anyone else and to show me that he only cared

world who makes the feel as

finally understood how wonderful Carter

was just a shame that he had to pretend to be helpless in front of others. I couldn't even walk in and out with

the Doltons beforehand, as he had often visited Peter Dolton, Tiffany's father, during his time

pulled up to the Doltons villa,

a smile and

"Carter, you...

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gaze shifted to me, her smile froze. I returned

you doing here? You're

quickly spoke up, "I brought

she

the car and surveyed the Doltons property. It had a

roses, creating a stark contrast-like a noble

into the house, where Peter was

the wheelchair to my face, and he

me, "Peter, this is my wife, Zoey. This is

was surprised. Tiffany had seemed so troublesome, almost like someone who would cause a lot of drama,

my surprise, Peter was graceful, humble, and his

he looked up, I saw a trace of

""Peter," I greeted.

and said, "Carter, you really should have let me know you were bringing

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today. I didn't even know her preferencek. Tiny, tell

Peter. I'm not picky. I can eat

time here and you're Carter's wife. How could we

enthusiasm was genuine, not at

and uttered, 'She said she didn't need anything,

hope you don't mind. I only have

a look and

leaving

are you writing?"

times. The rest is yours to

His writing, like his personality, was bold, strong, and flawless-each stroke seemed to strike right at my

How could this

real. No wonder Tiffany didn't

charm went far beyond

writing is amazing," I praised

then grabbed a fresh sheet of paper, writing, There's a beauty I've seen, whose image lingers in

so direct-he didn't even need to say more. Just a few