Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 500 I'm Your Psychologist

Carter told me he searched through all of Snowville and couldn't find Sergio. If he hadn't poisoned me, why would he seem so guilty?

I stood alone in the room, no one to answer me.

It felt as if I had been abandoned on a deserted island. The room had many comic books, novels, some art supplies, and a tablet.

However, the tablet wasn't connected to the internet, though it had plenty of movies and mini-games downloaded.

Every now and then, food would be brought through a rectangular hole.

Sometimes it was afternoon tea, sometimes fruit, and sometimes a full meal-each meal was different and nutritionally balanced.

At first, I didn't dare eat the food brought to me.

But after a whole day of hunger, I could feel the baby inside me becoming restless, its movements increasing in frequency.

I had no other choice. I feared for my life, and I feared for the baby's safety.

Things had come this far, and all I could do was survive.

Only by surviving could I have a chance to see Carter again.

I started eating the food and tried to rest.

At this point, I had a feeling I understood his plan: he simply locked me in this room, kept everyone away, and eventually, I would forget everything-including Carter.

There was no pen in the room, so I sat in front of the drawing board and drew day and night.

I sketched every memory I had of Carter, one drawing after another, day after day.

But his face became more and more blurry in my mind. At first, I remembered him clearly, but gradually, all

I could recall was his tall nose and the deep affection in his eyes.

Stacks of drawings piled up beside me, and time passed. I glanced at the calendar I had made.

I had been on this island for exactly one month.

That day, I picked up my pen. My muscles had formed a habit, and I began drawing.

But strangely, I could no longer remember what Carter looked like.

I flipped through the portraits I had drawn of him, and my fingers brushed over his face. Tears slowly slid down my cheeks.

how could

him, but many things had

vaguely recall that he

how had I ended up here? Where

I applied pressure, the pain

continued to dip my brush

I couldn't forget him.

when I woke up, I instinctively walked to where I had stored

there was no drawing board,

stood there, lost in thought. What am I supposed

been placed

am I searching

forgotten something important. Every time I tried to think about it,

I forgot everything. My mind was foggy,

when I woke up, I found the door to my room had been

walked to the

here or where

my belly made me look down at

about five months along. I

father of this

why couldn't I

was in a large

as if no one had been here in ages.

en

thick carpet and reached the door, I noticed the ceiling must have been over 20 feet high, and the door

the beautiful garden with various flowers, especially the vibrant

swing, a mushroom-shaped house, and wild

looked like something out of

on the soft grass, feeling a little pricked, as the sea

the distance, I saw

hills, there

I.ne

rippled as the wind passed over it, a

was a sea of blooming flowers, making me

swing, the whole scene in front of me

the swing was pushed from behind. Before I could even look back,

gripped the handles tightly, calling out,

voice from above,

man stepped in front of

was buttoned up to the

sat on his nose,