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

who makes

my experience with Luke, I finally understood how wonderful

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

often visited Peter Dolton, Tiffany's

when his car pulled up to the

with a smile and looked at

"Carter, you...

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shifted to me, her smile froze. I returned her smile

doing here? You're

brought Zocy to visit your

was clearly displeased, she didn't know

surveyed the Doltons property. It had a traditional courtyard

bright roses, creating a stark contrast-like

house, where Peter was writing in his

to my face, and he paused for a moment. "This is Ms. Gardner,

is my wife, Zoey. This is the

had seemed so troublesome, almost like someone who would cause a lot of drama,

my surprise, Peter was graceful, humble, and his appearance was

just my imagination? As he looked up, I saw a trace of Carter in

""Peter," I greeted.

put down his pen and said, "Carter, you

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Tiny, tell your aunt to add

I'm not picky. I can eat

It's your first time here and you're Carter's

was genuine,

she didn't need anything, so why

Ms. Gardner, I hope you don't mind.

and chided, "You better run along

huffed, leaving with a glare

are you

poem of renowned poetry from ancient times. The rest is yours to finish."

first 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

couldn't help but marvel. How could this man

didn't seem real. No wonder Tiffany didn't mind his

far beyond wealth or

your writing is amazing,"

paper, writing, There's a beauty I've seen, whose image lingers in my mind. One day apart, and I miss

more. Just a few