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

vaguely recall that he was the

up here?

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

I continued to dip my brush in paint, writing Carter's name again and

I couldn't forget him.

instinctively walked to

there was no drawing board, and all my pictures were

thought. What

something been placed

am I searching

important. Every time I tried to think

everything. My mind was foggy, and every

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

my coat and cautiously walked to

I was here or where I was supposed

baby in my belly made

And from the looks of it, about five

the father of this child?

why couldn't I

was in a large house; even

had been here in ages. Was this my home?

en

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

the beautiful garden with various flowers,

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

of a fairy tale,

barefoot on the soft grass, feeling a little pricked, as the sea

I saw

hills, there were

I.ne

rippled as the

a sea of blooming flowers,

on the swing, the whole scene

the swing was pushed from behind. Before I

and I gripped

a deep voice from above, strange yet

tall man stepped in front of me. He wore

buttoned up to

sat on his nose,