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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wanted to make it clear to the Doltons that wasn't interested in anyone else

no one else in the world who makes the feel as

finally understood how wonderful

just a shame that he had to pretend to be helpless in front of others. I couldn't

often visited

the Doltons villa,

with a smile

"Carter, you...

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when her gaze shifted to me, her smile froze. I

doing here? You're not welcome

up, "I brought Zocy to visit

was clearly displeased, she didn't know how to stop

Doltons property. It had a traditional courtyard style but with an abundance of

bright roses, creating a stark contrast-like a

where Peter was writing in

gaze shifted from the wheelchair to my face, and he paused for

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

so troublesome, almost like someone who

my surprise, Peter was graceful, humble,

he looked up,

""Peter," I greeted.

his pen and said, "Carter, you really

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Tiny, tell your

alright. Peter. I'm not

to do that. It's your first time here and you're Carter's wife. How

enthusiasm was genuine, not at

'She said she didn't need anything, so why add

mind. I

gave Tiffany a look and chided, "You better

Tiffany huffed, leaving with a

you writing?"

renowned poetry from ancient times. The rest is yours

Carter use a calligraphy brush. His writing, like his personality, was bold, strong, and flawless-each stroke seemed to

couldn't help but marvel. How could

didn't seem real. No wonder Tiffany didn't mind his legs and was hell-bent

far beyond

your writing is amazing," I

the last stroke and then grabbed a fresh sheet of paper, writing, There's a beauty I've seen,

even need to say more. Just a few lines from an old poem perfectly captured