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

in the world who makes the feel as safe

I finally understood

he had to pretend to be helpless in front of others. I couldn't even

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

to the Doltons villa, Tiffany was

door with a

"Carter, you...

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her smile froze. I

you doing here?

brought Zocy

clearly displeased, she didn't know how to stop

surveyed the Doltons property. It had

in bright roses, creating a stark contrast-like a noble monk tangled

the house, where Peter

look at this." His gaze shifted from the wheelchair to my face, and he paused for a moment. "This is Ms.

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

Tiffany had seemed so troublesome, almost like someone

but to my surprise, Peter was

it just my imagination? As he looked up, I saw a trace

""Peter," I greeted.

pen and said, "Carter, you really should have let

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know her preferencek. Tiny, tell your aunt to

Peter. I'm not

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

genuine, not

showed her disdain on her face and uttered, 'She said she didn't need anything,

you don't mind. I only have one daughter, and I've spoiled

gave Tiffany a look and chided, "You

fine," Tiffany huffed, leaving with a glare at

you

from ancient times. The rest is yours to finish." He handed Carter the

time I saw Carter use a calligraphy brush. His writing, like his personality, was bold, strong, and flawless-each stroke seemed to strike right at my

but marvel. How could this

wonder Tiffany didn't mind his

charm went far beyond

is amazing,"

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

confession was so direct-he didn't even need to say more. Just a few lines from an