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

to remember everything about him, but many things had

vaguely recall that he

ended up here? Where

whenever I applied pressure, the pain in my skull was

brush in paint, writing Carter's name again and

I couldn't forget him.

I instinctively walked to where I had stored the art

was no drawing board, and

in thought. What am I supposed

been placed

am I searching

like I had forgotten something important. Every time I tried to think about it, a sharp headache

forgot everything. My mind was foggy, and every day

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

coat and cautiously walked to the door,

here or where I

from the baby in my belly made me look down

of it, about five months along. I

father of this

couldn't I remember

in a large house; even

if no one had been here in ages.

en

I noticed the ceiling must have

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

swing, a mushroom-shaped house, and wild

of a

on the soft grass, feeling a little pricked, as

I saw the

the hills, there

I.ne

grass rippled as the wind passed over

garden was a sea of blooming flowers, making me

on the swing, the whole

from behind. Before I

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

voice from above,

tall man stepped in front of me. He wore a white shirt, black pants,

was buttoned

nose, and