Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 108

Chapter 108 Attending My Own Funeral

It felt strange. I had only spent a single day with him, so why was he so worked up?

Maybe he had drunk too much, I thought, but I didn't dwell on it.

Gently, I patted his back and said, "Mr. Bolton, about what happened earlier..."

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The man lying on top of me propped himself up with his arm, looking at me intently. His eyes lingered for a moment, finally settling on my forehead. The sadness in his eyes evaporated in an instant. Within moments, his expression returned to its usual coldness, tinged with disappointment and a subtle sense of loss.

"Sorry," he said, his voice distant and indifferent, as he moved away from me.

He slumped to the floor, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His posture far from the usual strength and dominance he once commanded. Instead, there was an unshakable sense of melancholy about him.

In my memory, Carter had always been like a warrior-stoic, composed, and coldly defiant-even though he was disabled. He had never shown such vulnerability, or even a hint of weakness.

He didn't seem to care about how others saw him. He simply sat there, staring blankly ahead, as if he had no intention of getting up or doing anything else.

The atmosphere was heavy, eerie even, and I didn't know what to say.

"Well...

"You

We spoke at the same time. I quickly fell silent and waited for him to continue.

After a brief pause, he finally spoke. "Did you see her?"

I tilted my head, trying to understand who he meant by her.

Carter picked up a bottle of wine casually, his fingers tracing the bottle's shape. His head hung low as his voice came out raspy. "How did you know about the secret of the statue?"

After all, this was a huge loophole. With Carter's sharp mind, it was hard not to be suspicious.

Luckily, this matter was so bizarre that it couldn't be explained by logic or reason alone.

saw the statue, I felt

red mole on her forehead."

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fainted. During the time I was unconscious, I

that I winced. His grip was strong-this body, although younger than mine, was far more

skin was fair and soft, even

the pain, confused by

tone urgent. What did she

he seemed so invested in this, especially since

explanation I could think of was that

she was trapped inside the statue, unable to escape. No one knew about it, and she wanted to leave. I hesitated, then added, "Mr. Bolton, I remember Luke's wife was named Chloe Sander, right? Could the woman in the statue be his wife?" Carter closed his eyes, clearly struggling to accept the possibility.

and placed it at the entrance of her house. What kind of person harbored such hatred for her? The

I had only suspected Anna, but I had no concrete evidence. This time, besides my

all she wanted was Luke, she could

own

given her plenty of wealth in recent years. Why did she still insist on pressuring Grandma

a hatred for me, yes, but her loathing of Grandma was even deeper. There had to be

police have already started their investigation. I believe we'll have results

"But unfortunately, even if we find the real culprit, it

won't matter,"

Sander. If we don't find the killer, she'll never rest in peace! Finding the true murderer will give her peace, even

Carter always maintained a sharp and rational mind. He was nothing

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chill through me. For a

Chloe.

on the tip of my tongue, but I quickly swallowed them