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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wasn't interested in anyone else and to show me

else in the world who makes the feel as safe as

experience with Luke, I finally understood

shame that he had to pretend to be helpless

he had often visited Peter Dolton, Tiffany's

up to the Doltons villa, Tiffany

a smile and

"Carter, you...

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her smile froze.

doing here?

"I brought Zocy to

she didn't

the car and surveyed the Doltons property. It had a

roof tiles were completely covered in bright roses, creating a

house, where Peter was

look at this." His gaze shifted from the wheelchair to my face,

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

surprised. Tiffany had seemed so troublesome, almost like someone who

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

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

""Peter," I greeted.

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

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didn't even know her preferencek. Tiny, tell

alright. Peter. I'm not picky. I can

your first time here and

genuine, not at

on her face and uttered, 'She said she didn't need anything, so why add more dishes? She's

apologetically at me. Ms. Gardner, I hope you don't mind. I only have one daughter, and I've spoiled her too much." "Peter, you're

look and chided, "You better run along

Tiffany huffed, leaving with

are you

poem of renowned poetry from ancient times. The rest is

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

help but marvel. How could this man

almost didn't seem real. No wonder

went far beyond wealth

writing is amazing,"

stroke and then grabbed a fresh sheet of paper, writing, There's a beauty

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