Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 93

Chapter 93 My First Meeting with Luke Bolton After Rebirth +10 Free Coina.

From the very first moment I laid eyes on Carter, I felt in inexplicable fear toward him. A single cold and sharp glance from him was enough to make ipie feel like I had been plunged into an icy abyss.

His presence was overwhelming, almost suffocating. His features were already striking, but those eyes were just like a hawk's. It seemed to strip away every layer of pretense I tried to hide behind.

1 forced myself to stay calm. Even though I wasn't entirely clear on the situation I was in, there was no way he could know who I was. Pushing down the turbulent emotions threatening to surface, I curled my lips into a faint smile. "Oh? We're not even married yet, and you're already trying to control me."

Carter didn't respond right away. His gaze stayed-fixed on my face, intense and unyielding. as though he were trying to read my mind or figure me out.

God knows how much cold sweat was running down my back under his oppressive scrutiny. Yet, I kept the smile plastered on my face, refusing to falter.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice as cold as his demeanor. "I just wanted to remind Ms. Gardner that the night air is chilly, and you're not in the best health. It's better not to catch a cold."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Bolton." My tone was polite but distant.

Seeing he didn't leave, I met his gaze head-on and asked, "Is there anything else, Mr. Bolton?

"Ms. Gardner, I can treat the marriage registration tomorrow as a joke on your part."

So that's why he was here. Of course. After all, the original owner of this body had been so desperate to avoid marrying him that she had attempted suicide. Then, out of nowhere, she'd decided she wanted to go through with the wedding. Anyone would find that suspicious.

I took a deliberate step closer to him, and propped my hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, peering at him from above. "Mr. Bolton, you have someone you love, don't you?"

He didn't deny it. His answer was simple and direct. "Yes."

I said with a knowing smile. "I thought so, because you can't be with her, it doesn't matter to you. marry, right?"

"Right."

who you

"Well, that works perfectly for me. Mr. Bolton, I'm only agreeing to marry you because I want a more comfortable life. You've seen it for yourself, things arent exactly great for me in the Gardners."

I didn't know the Gardners's specific situation yet. However, judging from the fact that the original owner of this body had been pushed to suicide, I could make a pretty good guess.

The flicker in his expression confirmed my suspicions. I was right!

and freedom I need, and in return, my status as your wife

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pupils dilated slightly, and for a moment, he looked genuinely surprised that I

eyes met, and I held his gaze, my

broke it. "Tomorrow morning, I'll come to pick you up. I hope Ms. Gardner doesn't

knew that I

cold. Take care on your way back, Mr. Bolton."

he left, Damian cast me

puzzled. Is

don't think so. My mother is stunningly beautiful and gentle. Not to mention that this face bears some resemblance to my original

my rebirth, I'd been so busy reacting to everything that I hadn't

in the hospital room, I made my way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I froze the moment I

body's skin was ghostly pale as if sunlight had never once touched it in a year. The features were delicate, almost

face looked younger than mine had, exuding a youthful innocence, almost like a high schooler's. Still, if I was old enough

had left

bringing home a

former self; it was also the

my life had been wasting the

short life for him, pouring everything I had into a love that left me battered and broken. Even when he shattered me, I clung stubbornly to the tattered remnants of what I

back now, I realized

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chance was a gift from the heavens, and I was determined to live

your favorite dishes. My mother's gentle voice drifted in from the doorway, filled with

turned back to the mirror and smiled faintly at

live this life for

many years, and I took a big gulp of the porridge she had prepared,

down, silly child. Don't rush or you'll choke. There's more if you want it. If you like it this much. I'll make it for you every day," she chided, her voice

memories surfaced. When I got a cold or a fever and couldn't get out of bed, all I wanted was my

would always be by Anna's side, accusing me of faking my

her. I had grown used to being alone, enduring everything

for me, I felt a lump rising in my throat. Tears shimmered