Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)
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Chapter 113 Traumatized Over the Wedding

Chapter 113 Traumatized Over the Wedding

It was late at night.

This was the first night after Carter and I had gotten married.

We had just witnessed quite the spectacle.

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Endless grief engulfed the Sanders. The police took Luke and Anna for questioning. The heaviness that had weighed down my heart for so long finally began to lift.

Although this wasn't enough to undo the misery of my life before, it was enough to dull the sharp edge of the anger I had carried with me for so long.

I should be able to sleep well now.

Even in this unfamiliar place, my subconscious trusted Carter enough that I didn't feel threatened. I felt at

case.

Before I arrived, he had already prepared the bed for me. The sheets were a soft pink, the kind a young girl would adore.

Even the pillowcases had delicate white lace trim, soft and soothing to the eyes.

A 20-year-old girl couldn't help but love these gentle, pastel colors.

Thinking back on the years before, most of the time I was dressed in formal clothes, my hair always neatly, pinned back, always so stiff and proper, like a headmistress. Even though I was only 28 when I died, my mindset had aged me to feel like I was 48. My image had been drab, lifeless. It wasn't surprising that Luke often found me dull. Though most of my boring habits had been for him.

Now, there were no more shackles binding me, I could finally live the way I wanted.

I chose a pink, long-sleeved loungewear set. Even in front of Carter, it wasn't too revealing, just enough to be comfortable.

The only inconvenience was that Carter and I shared the same bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious, with a separated wet and dry area. There was a large bathtub and a double sink vanity.

His side of the counter was slightly lower, likely to suit his height.

On his side, there were just the basics: hand wash, mouthwash, and a razor.

My side was quite the opposite. From face wash to skincare products, makeup, and luxury brands, my counter was overflowing with unopened packages from top international brands. Inside, they meticulously prepared towels, shower gel, and shampoo.

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The more time I spent with Carter, the more I realized he was a man who appeared cold on the outside but had a warm, gentle heart.

I carefully washed off, covered my wounds with waterproof patches, and applied lotion before walking out

The heat from the bathroom evaporated, and the room temperature was just right-not too hot, not too cold.

At some point, Carter had come in. He was sitting in his wheelchair, staring out the window at the snow falling outside.

It seemed like he had lost himself in thought. I quietly approached him.

He didn't even notice me.

In the past, he was always so sharp-whenever I appeared, his eyes would immediately replace me.

I placed my hand gently on his shoulder and spoke softly, "Mr. Bolton, it's getting late. Shouldn't you go to bed?"

A tenderness I had never felt before had replaced the fear I once felt for him in my heart. He had become a big brother to me.

I wanted to take care of him so I could repay his favor.

He snapped out of his daze, pulling away from my touch. His voice was low, "Your bed is in the other room. If you need anything, just tell Hugo." "Okay."

"There's been a funeral in the family. We will postpone our wedding for the time being. Do you mind?"

He looked at me seriously, waiting for my approval.

I chuckled. I hadn't really been expecting a wedding anyway. My last wedding had left me in pieces.

I'd only feigned a desire for one in order to provoke Luke, but the emotional scars remained.

"I understand. It's fine."

He gave me a long, thoughtful look but didn't say anything else. "Co get some rest."

"Alright."

Maybe it was because my body had expended so much energy earlier, but exhaustion quickly overtook me. I slept soundly until I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty When I opened my eyes, I saw someone standing at the foot of my bed.

With a hint of awkwardness in his eyes, Carter fixed his gaze on me as if I had caught him in the act of doing something.

Our eyes met. I cleared my throat. "Mr. Bolton, do you need something?"

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The more time I spent with Carten the more I realized he was a man who appeared cold on the outside but had a warm, gentle heart.

I carefully washed off, covered my wounds with waterproof patches, and applied lotion before walking out.

The heat from the bathroom evaporated, and the room temperature was just right-not too hot, not too cold.

At some point, Carter had come in. He was sitting in his wheelchair, staring out the window at the snow. falling outside.

It seemed like he had lost himself in thought. I quietly approached him.

He didn't even notice me.

In the past, he was always so sharp-whenever I appeared, his eyes would immediately replace me,

I placed my hand gently on his shoulder and spoke softly, 'Mr. Bolton, it's getting late. Shouldn't you go to

bed?"

A tenderness I had never felt before had replaced the fear I once felt for him in my heart. He had become a big brother to me.

I wanted to take care of him so I could repay his favor

He snapped out of his daze, pulling away from my touch. His voice was low, "Your bed is in the other room. If you need anything, just tell Hugo

"Okay."

"There's been a funeral in the family. We will postpone our wedding for the time being. Do you mind?"

He looked at me seriously, waiting for my approval.

I chuckled. I hadn't really been expecting a wedding anyway. My last wedding had left me in pieces.

I'd only feigned a desire for one in order to provoke Luke, but the emotional scars remained.

"I understand. It's fine."

He gave me a long, thoughtful look but didn't say anything else. "Go get some rest"

"Alright."

Maybe it was because my body had expended so much energy earlier, but exhaustion quickly overtook me. I slept soundly until I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty When I opened my eyes, I saw someone standing at the foot of my bed.

With a hint of awkwardness in his eyes, Carter fixed his gaze on me as if I had caught him in the act of doing something.

Our eyes met. I cleared my throat. "Mr. Bolton, do you need something?"