Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 473

I had a strange and unsettling nightmare.

Ethan and Jake, who had already passed away, appeared before me with lifeless expressions and rigid movements, resembling the undead.

A sinister voice, chilling like something from a horror film, echoed from their mouths."Chloe, why didn't you help me?"

"Ethan, it wasn't my fault, I swear it wasn't!"

I tried to run, but just as I moved, my body crumbled into pieces.

Then, a head materialized—a bespectacled man I'd seen only once—now a disembodied head, floating eerily around me.

"Chloe, my death was so tragic—return my life to me!"

"No!" I screamed.

The nightmare ended as I jolted awake, and Carter, who had been dozing off beside the bed, instantly turned his gaze to me.

"Chloe, it's okay. Don't be scared. I'm right here," he said gently.

It took a moment for me to fully come back to reality, and then I threw myself into Carter's arms.

Cold sweat drenched my back as I clung tightly to Carter's arm. "Carl, there was ... a head."

He softly ran his hand over my hair. "It's all right, it's all taken care of. Captain Tucker has handled everything. Don't worry."

"Who was behind it?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Damian apprehended a guy disguised as a delivery worker," he explained. "The man admitted someone hired him to drop off the package at our house. I've already told the property management to handle all deliveries from now on."

Just the thought of packages made me terrified to even glance at another cardboard box.

Each time I shut my eyes, that image of the bloodied head with its gaping wounds would flash before me. "Ugh ... "

Shoving Carter aside, I bolted to the bathroom, where I doubled over and vomited violently.

All I had eaten earlier was a small bowl of cereal, so nothing but remnants of it came up.

The sensation of dry heaving when your stomach is empty—desperately trying to vomit but unable to—is absolutely unbearable.

I sat on the floor, retching repeatedly until I was spitting up bile.

Carter knelt beside me, gently patting my back and offering a cup of warm water to rinse my mouth.

My stomach twisted painfully, and tears blurred my vision, leaving me feeling utterly miserable.

"Chloe, are you all right?"

Whitney stood in the doorway, and a wave of exhaustion washed over me—I didn't have the energy to engage with her.

After a few moments, I managed to pull myself up and ask, "I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"Carter brought me over," she replied.

Carter scooped me up, carrying me back to the bed. Sitting beside me, he held my hand and gently asked, "Do you feel like eating something?"

I knew I must've looked frail and drained. "I don't want to eat," I murmured weakly.

"Chloe, you have to eat something—you've got a baby in your belly, remember?"

"Have you ever met this Luther you mentioned?"

"I haven't seen him in person, but I'm aware he's intentionally trying to get close to me. Taylor once told me that the more secretive someone is, the more dangerous they can be."

Whitney grasped my hand tightly. "Chloe, actually, yesterday morning before heading to school, I had this feeling someone was following me. At first, I thought I was imagining things, but that person ended up dead last night, so I must have been right. What I can't figure out is why someone who seems to be after me would send the head to you."

"Could it be a warning?"

"Are you referring to the Commander and his wife?"

I nodded in agreement. "While we were on Rosbel Island, there had to be a spy among Mr. Carlyn's people, feeding her information about everything that happened with the Sanders. The Commander's secrets are out, and now both the Carlyns and Sanders have set their sights on her. That's why she made her move against the Carlyns first, using this approach to caution us against acting impulsively."

"Then, Chloe, has your identity been revealed?"

"Yes, the Commander and his wife have known for a while that I am Chloe. They're careful and wouldn't dare to provoke all of Snowville, risking mutual destruction between the Boltons and us. If they were to kill me, the Boltons would undoubtedly retaliate. This was merely a warning. If we keep digging, I'll end up sharing that person's fate."

After hearing my words, Whitney suddenly embraced me. "Chloe ... "

I gently patted her head. "Don't worry, I'm fine. If they truly wanted to harm me, they would've acted by now. This warning shows they're scared—scared of provoking the Boltons. What concerns me more is your safety, Whitney. What if they suspect you're connected to the organisation and fear you might reveal their secrets? Could they come after you?"

"Maybe Carter thought the same thing," she replied softly, "which is why he brought me here without delay."

I suggested, "Don't go to school for now. Move in with me."

"Alright, but Chloe ... "

Whitney's expression turned grave. She hesitated, licking her lips before continuing, "Do you think there's any chance that Wisteria might still be alive?"