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 forget

him, but many things

recall that he was the man

ended up here? Where had Carter

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

continued to dip my brush in paint, writing

I couldn't forget him.

next day, when I woke up, I instinctively walked to

no drawing board, and

in thought.

something been placed

I

to

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

morning, when I woke up, I found the door to my room

put on my coat and cautiously walked to

had no idea why I was here or where

in my belly made

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

father of this

couldn't I remember

in a large house; even

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

en

carpet and reached the door, I noticed the ceiling must have

the beautiful garden with

wooden swing, a mushroom-shaped house,

out of a fairy

grass, feeling a little pricked, as the sea breeze lifted my white

I saw the ocean,

the hills, there were

I.ne

as the wind

garden was a sea of blooming flowers, making me feel lighter

sat on the swing, the whole scene in front of me

I could even look

I gripped the handles tightly,

a deep voice from

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

was buttoned up to

sat on his nose, and he