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

If it were before, I'd definitely think he was being a creep. But after spending time with him, I had a better understanding of his quirks. When he said "love," he didn't mean romantic love.

For the sake of my plan, I nodded.

"Chloe, you're so kind."

At that moment, his eyes lit up, shining like a child from the mountains seeing dazzling fireworks for the first time on a pitch-black night.

We sat quietly for a while before I typed on my phone, "I'm tired. I want to rest now."

Only then did he release me.

My legs had gone numb.

As I stood up, I almost fell.

He immediately reached out to steady me. "Chloe, be careful."

After a brief pause, he squatted in front of me. "Chloe, hop on. I'll carry you."

I shook my head, but he was stubborn and didn't leave.

Not wanting to anger him, I reluctantly climbed onto his back.

He adjusted my position lightly and said, "Chloe, hold on to me. Don't fall."

Even though I knew he didn't have improper intentions, it still felt awkward. After all, he was an adult man, and I didn't know where to put my hands. Eventually, I settled for loosely holding onto his shoulders.

He carried me back to my room, gently placed me on the bed, and then locked the door before walking toward me.

My heart clenched instantly, and I stared at him warily.

He spoke with a serious expression, "Chloe, can we sleep together tonight?"novelbin

I shook my head.

No.

Disappointment filled his eyes, but he didn't seem threatening. "Then how about I give you the antidote, and we sleep together? Is that okay?"

I typed a response on my phone, "No touching."

He nodded. "I promise I won't touch you."

I held out my hand. "The antidote."

He handed me a pill identical to the one before. I quickly swallowed it.

After a moment, my voice returned.

"I want to wash up."

"Chloe, can I help scrub your back?" His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

I flicked his forehead. "No! There are boundaries between men and women."

He pouted. "But I've already seen your body. Your skin is smooth and your chest is big... It looks soft...

I slapped my hand over his mouth. "Stop talking!"

He looked at me sadly. "But you bathe with Whitney."

This pervert was just like his brother. He knew about the time Whitney and I shared a bathroom.

"Whitney is a woman. You're a man. It's not the same."

"Fine, I'll wait outside."

"No peeking! If you peek, I'll be angry, and I won't talk to you anymore." I was genuinely concerned he might have planted hidden cameras in the bathroom.

He raised his hand in promise. "Alright, I won't look. Don't be mad at me."

I grabbed my toiletries, went into the bathroom, locked the door, and ensured there were no hidden cameras before taking a shower. Afterward, I dressed and came out. He returned smelling fresh, likely having showered next door.

"Chole, can we sleep now?"

I threw him a blanket. "No crossing the line."

He looked like a happy golden retriever as he obediently lay down next to me.

I wished Carter a good night and he immediately pouted.

"Chloe, can you say goodnight to me too?"

"Goodnight, Yael."

He lit up like a child and quickly switched off the lights.

"Chloe, Taylor gave me a nickname, Ravioli. Can you call me Ravioli from now on?" "Why Ravioli?"

"When I was seven, that person cooked ravioli for me for the first time. I stuffed myself and still didn't want to stop. Taylor said I might as well change my name to Ravioli."

I curled my fingers slightly. "Can you tell me about your mother?"

"She... She hates me. She would never admit I'm her child. Let's not talk about her." His voice faltered.

In the darkness, he timidly asked, "Chloe, can you hug me?"

Through the blanket, I pulled him into an embrace. He buried his head against my neck and nuzzled gently. "Chloe, I wish you really were my sister." "You want me to be your sister?" I tested.

He nodded. "Ldo. Other than Taylor,

you're the first person to hold an umbrella for me and hug me. I'll never forget that rainy night. The thunder was so loud, but I wasn't scared as long as you were by my side."

"If I agree to be your sister, will you still poison me or hurt me?"

He shook his head. ""I only poisoned you because I didn't want you to leave me. As long as you stay, I promise never to do it again."

I patted his head. "Good boy. Then tell me why did you want to kill me? Is it just because of your hatred for Sanders?"

He fell silent, clearly debating whether he could trust me with the truth.

"Ravioli, don't you want me as your sister? How can you hide things from me? I died so miserably ... I was so cold and lost so much blood during that snowy night."

"It wasn't me who killed you, Chloe. It was Silas!"

He hurriedly explained, "I didn't want

you to die. I swear. When I got there, you'd already undergone surgery and were nothing more than a

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your body. At first, I wanted to

embed your whole body into a stone sculpture for eternity, but Wisteria refused. She hired someone to strip your skin... I made the wax figure and statue. I just wanted you to have a complete body."

He hadn't participated in the gruesome acts?

"And the car repair shop's basement was that your doing?"

He shook his head. "Taylor said I was too stupid and didn't let me get involved."

Taylor had protected him, ensuring he could live like a normal university student in Snowville. This explained why all my investigations found he had been there the whole time.

"What about Amber? What's her role in all this?"

Yael shook his head. "Chloe, I can't tell you. If I do, you'll die."

Alright, then. Step by step.

I'd wait until he completely let his guard down around me.

I reached out and patted the back of his head.

"It's late. Let's sleep. Goodnight, Ravioli."

His body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as he mumbled an acknowledgment.

He fell asleep quickly. Right now, I could slit his throat and he'd bleed out in minutes.

But seeing him trust me like this, I knew keeping him alive would be more useful.

The next morning, he was in high spirits, treating me even better.

However, tension had built between Whitney and Taylor, as if a wall of ice had formed between them.

Because of me, they didn't return to White Residence. Instead, they brought Whitney and me to a private villa.

As soon as we got out of the car, Yael beamed. "Chloe, why don't you sleep in my room? I've had the sheets freshly changed."

I glanced at the black roses in the courtyard. This villa exuded a sinister atmosphere.

The large doors slowly opened, and Yael's smile froze.

A woman with a graceful figure sat on the sofa in the living room.

It was Amber.

Her gaze swept over me before settling on Yael.

In an instant, a heavy pressure filled the room.

Yael instinctively stepped in front of me to shield me from Amber. However, his tall frame trembled slightly, betraying his fear.

"M-mom," he croaked.

Amber held a teacup and spoke coldly, "Yael, what have you done? Why is this woman still alive?"

Without warning, Taylor dropped to his knees. "Mom, it's my fault. Please don't blame Yael."

Crash!

Amber hurled the teacup at Taylor, hitting him squarely.