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 I

him, but many things

vaguely recall that he was the man I

how had I ended up here? Where

my hands to my head, and whenever I

so, I continued to dip my brush in

I couldn't forget him.

next day, when I woke up, I instinctively walked to where I had stored the

no drawing board, and all my

lost in thought.

something been placed

am I searching

like I had forgotten something important. Every time I tried to

everything. My mind was foggy, and every day felt the

up, I found the door to my room

coat and cautiously walked to the

was here or where

kick from the baby in my belly made me

of it, about five months

father of

why couldn't

in a large

spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in ages. Was this my home? Why

en

I walked across the thick carpet and reached the door, I noticed the ceiling must have been

beautiful garden with various flowers, especially the vibrant hydrangeas in full

swing, a mushroom-shaped house, and wild rabbits hopping on

something out of

feeling a little

I

hills, there were

I.ne

grazing. The green grass rippled as the wind passed over it, a

sea of blooming flowers, making me feel lighter

the swing, the whole

was pushed from behind. Before I could even look back, I felt my body

wind picked up, and I gripped the handles

voice from

and a tall man stepped in front of me. He wore

shirt was buttoned up to

his nose, and he looked refined and