Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 407 I'm Not Interested in Chloe

Zoey dragged Whitney out for an entire day of chaotic fun. Every time Taylor tried to say something, Zoey would shut him up with a sharp retort. These women, born into elite families, were experts in pretense.

Even when facing their sworn enemies, they would still wear fake smiles and exchange sweet, insincere pleasantries.

However, Janice was different. She acted like a fool-direct, blunt, and devoid of any tact.

She never considered other people's feelings, treating everyone equally, including her husband.

She'd treat even a passing dog with the same disdain.

And yet, Taylor couldn't quite grasp her character.

It was impossible to treat her normally and they couldn't stoop to Janice's level of shamelessness too.

After all, they had reputations to uphold.

Still, it didn't matter. As long as Whitney was happy, that was enough for Taylor.

As they were about to leave, Taylor glanced at Whitney She wore a glowing cat-ear headband Zoey had given her, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Though she was 25, she looked no more than 18. She lacked the air of a mature woman.

Normally, she was somber and lifeless, but today, her bright energy made her look even more beautiful.

Once they got into the car, Taylor asked, "Did you have fun today?"

Whitney's smile disappeared instantly. Her expression turned cold as she said, "I broke the rules. If you're mad, just kill me."

Her tone was defiant, resigned. She'd endured so much torment since childhood that even death no longer frightened her.

She wasn't bothered about anything since Chloe was gone now.

She braced herself for Taylor's anger, but instead, she found herself enveloped in a gentle embrace. His voice murmured softly against her ear, "Why would I kill you? It's been so long since I've seen you this. happy." Whitney was startled. "You....

"Whitney, I told you before-I don't want to hurt you anymore. As long as you don't try to leave me, it's okay to indulge once in a while."

His kindness terrified her.

Taylor had always been unpredictable, capable of inflicting unbearable pain one moment and applying soothing balm the next.

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she was paralyzed with fear. Trembling, she clung to his clothes and pleaded, "Punish me if you're upset. Just don't hurt Janice. She's a good person. She's kind and innocent." Taylor's gaze softened as he looked into her terrified

talking about? Why would I hurt Mrs. Pearson? But you... You know

time Taylor smiled like this, it sent chills down

would give her food during her

with suspenders

had once fooled her into

dumped it onto the ground in front of her and laughed. "Kneel

was five

the Carlyns, Whitney's fear

know what would happen

as her body trembled, she stammered, "I don't know

-even two slices of meat, which you usually hate. Mute Girl is Chloe, isn't she? Only she could make Yael so uneasy. Did you reallythink I wouldn't notice your

from the fact that Chloe, even if reborn,

report to

been dismembered and

Silas, was

the Carlyns

tightly, knowing her pretense was

along... Why

you to be happy, Whitney. Don't be afraid of me, okay? I know I've treated you badly in the past, but I'll change. I'll learn to be a good husband and build a happy family with you." Tears streamed down Whitney's

transplanted into her own body, witness her brother's

her into nightmares she couldn't

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caused all this to suggest they

she didn't dare voice

only be thankful that her

for now, he hadn't laid

hurt them. I'm

Carlyns used and genuinely feared for

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to appease Taylor, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips. She pleaded, "I'll listen to you, I won't run. Please don't kill Chloe... she's already died once..." Taylor kissed away her tears and said, "Don't cry. You don't need to worry about me. I've never been

from a

in Carter's

Whitney!

tried to speak, but no

my head, I saw the man beside me, holding me tightly as if afraid I

hadn't slept well for days, I didn't dare move, hoping he

from the streetlamp outside, I allowed

times in my mind. And yet,

if sensing my gaze, he slowly opened