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

about him, but

vaguely recall that he was the man

had I ended up here? Where

head, and whenever I applied pressure, the

I continued to dip my brush in

I couldn't forget him.

up, I instinctively walked to where I had stored

board, and

in thought. What am I

something been

I searching

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

My mind was foggy,

woke up, I found the door to my room had

and cautiously walked to

I was here or where I

belly made me look

it, about five months

father of this

couldn't I

a large house; even

one had been here in ages. Was this my

en

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

could vaguely see the beautiful garden with various flowers, especially

fruit trees, a wooden swing, a mushroom-shaped house, and wild rabbits

of a

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

the distance, I saw

hills, there were

I.ne

grazing. The green grass rippled as the wind

of blooming flowers,

the whole scene in front

I could even look back, I felt my body

I gripped the handles tightly, calling

a deep voice from above,

front of me. He wore a white

shirt was buttoned up to

glasses sat on his nose, and he looked refined and