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.

could I forget

to remember everything about him, but many things had faded

he was the man I

I ended up here?

my hands to my head, and whenever I applied pressure,

dip my brush in paint, writing

I couldn't forget him.

up, I instinctively walked to where I had stored

board, and all my

thought.

something been

I searching

to think about it, a sharp headache

and I forgot everything. My mind was foggy, and

found the door

put on my coat and cautiously walked to the door, scanning

was here

belly made me look down at my rounded

from the looks of it, about

the father of

couldn't

in a large house;

as if no one had been here in ages. Was this my home? Why did

en

noticed the ceiling must have

window, I could vaguely see the beautiful garden with various flowers, especially the vibrant

wooden swing, a mushroom-shaped

of a

a little pricked, as the

I

the hills,

I.ne

grass rippled as the wind passed

garden was a sea of blooming flowers, making me

on the swing, the whole scene in front of

from behind. Before I could even look back,

up, and I gripped the handles tightly, calling out, "Slow

deep voice from above,

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

was buttoned up

on his nose,