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

him, but many things had faded

could vaguely recall that he was the

how had I ended up here? Where

my head, and whenever I applied pressure, the pain in my

my brush in paint, writing

I couldn't forget him.

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

no drawing board, and all

lost in thought.

been

I searching

I tried to think about it, a sharp headache

I forgot everything. My mind was foggy, and every day felt

I found the door to my room had

walked to the door, scanning the

idea why I was here or where I was supposed to

in my belly made me

from the looks of it, about five months along. I could even feel the

of this child? Was it

couldn't I

a large house; even

spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in

en

door, I noticed the ceiling must have been over 20 feet high, and the door was

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

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

something out of a fairy tale, so

a little pricked, as the sea breeze

the distance, I

hills, there

I.ne

grazing. The green grass rippled as the wind passed

garden was a sea of blooming flowers, making me feel

swing, the whole scene in front

I could even look back, I felt

and I gripped the

deep voice from

swing slowly stopped, and a tall man stepped in front

shirt was buttoned

his nose,