Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 439

I felt uneasy, watching as the Cullinan suddenly swerved and blocked the last car.

Unfortunately, that car crashed directly into the driver's side.

Bang!

A deafening crash echoed through the phone.

"Don't, Harlan!"

Zoey's voice cracked.

Even when facing death, she could remain calm. She had made peace with it the day our fate had been spoiled.

She had said many times, "Live each day well."

She wasn't afraid of death.

But at this moment, she was afraid Harlan would die!

"Harlan, are you okay? Say something!

"I won't bring up the divorce again. Don't die, okay?

"There's just one more intersection. You ... "

Before Zoey could finish, another car suddenly rushed at us from the opposite side of the green belt without warning.

No matter how much I turned the steering wheel or pressed the gas pedal, it was useless.

"Chloe!"

Boom!

All I could hear were the sounds of the collision and glass shattering.

I saw shards flying toward my face as the airbags deployed.

A blinding white light filled my vision, and with the intense impact, I felt my consciousness slipping away little by little.

No.

I looked toward Whitney; she was trapped in the airbag.

I tried desperately to grab her hand. She weakly called my name, "Chloe ... "

I wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Whitney, Zoey, are you okay?

Smack!

Zoey's phone flew out and landed in front of me.

My body was engulfed by the airbag, and I couldn't see her current condition at all.

The car had been shoved into a large tree by the roadside.

I felt so tired, so desperate to close my eyes and rest.

But I was afraid that if I fell asleep, I would become a spirit or, worse, lose my soul entirely.

No, I didn't want to return to that hopeless, restless state, where I called for help but the heavens didn't answer.

I still haven't had a baby with Carter, I haven't seen him for the last time, and I haven't seen my sister get married.

Mom hasn't given birth yet. I promised her I'd stay with her through the delivery.

I haven't seen the sunrise with Zoey yet.

Oh, right, the cat in Snowville must have grown up by now. It's still at home, waiting for me to return.

Alive?

Zoey's okay?

That's great.