Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Chloe, My Chloe 

The following day, I didn’t stir until well after noon, my head pounding from the aftermath of last night’s indulgence. 

Three glasses of red wine, and here I was, knocked out old. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. 

There was a time when I could handle much more–three glasses of white wine wouldn’t even make me blink. A slight stomach ache, maybe, but not a hangover like this. 

What on earth happened last night? 

As my eyes scanned the room, I realized I was lying in the bed of the private room. Everything seemed in order, no sign of a chaotic night, so I assumed I had managed to keep it together. Nothing too embarrassing had occurred. 

It had been a long time since I woke up like this–without the irritating buzz of an alarm. 

It seemed that with my rebirth, I’d also found a cure for my insomnia. No more pills; I could sleep peacefully now. 

Yawning. I stumbled to the bathroom. As I checked myself in the mirror, I noticed my lips were a little swollen. How odd. Did I … kiss a wine bottle last night? 

Thankfully, there were no other marks on my body, so I brushed it off. 

When I stepped out, I saw Carter sitting by the window, engrossed in his tablet. He was probably handling emails or something equally tedious. 

His eyes flicked up to meet mine as I approached. “How are you feeling?” he asked. 

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gave him a sweet, almost playful smile. “My head hurts a little, Mr. Bolton. I didn’t say anything too strange last night, did I? 

His gaze lingered on my lips for a split second before he responded, “No.” 

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “See? I told you, I can hold my liquor.” 

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“You were very composed,” Carter commented, his eyes still focused on his screen. His voice was neutral, but there was something beneath it that I couldn’t quite place. “Come over here. Let’s see if you can spot the person you’re looking for 

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I quickly moved to his side. Carter’s efficiency never failed to impress me he had already compiled detailed information about every auto repair shop in the city, all in the time it took me to blink. 

I scrolled through the photos, examining each one carefully. Even though I had no idea what the man looked like, I’d never forget those eyes. 

But no luck. 

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I swiped faster, and Carter’s calm voice cur through my torus. Don’t rush. Take your time 

I was desperate to find that man. If I could track him down. I could uncover the truth–that det hired someone to kill. 

But as I reached the last photo, he was still nowhere to be found. 

Carter must have noticed the disappointment on my face because he asked, “No te poeder locking from 

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“Nothing.” 

Esmee had mentioned only one thing before she died that she had seen a man at the auto dog, 

But was he an employee or just a customer? 

If he was a customer, finding him would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. It felt imposin 

“Mr. Bolton, could you check Anna’s records? Where she’s had her car serviced, or if she frequents a specific shop?” 

“Sure, I’ll look into it.” 

If I couldn’t find the man, my next best step would be to focus on Anna, 

I recalled how my body had been discovered in a basement. 

If the man truly was connected to the auto shop, maybe the crime scene was located beneath it 

If I could find the scene, I’d surely find some solid evidence. 

Carter must have noticed my troubled expression because he spoke again, his voice warm and reassurin “Don’t worry. We’ll take this one step at a time. You’re probably hungry. How about we eat first?” 

“Sounds good.” 

“I’ll keep looking into Anna, so you don’t have to worry about that.” He gave me a small, reassuring smile. 

I nodded. No one knew about my rebirth yet, so I had time. 

There was no need to rush. The dinner party was the pressing issue at hand. 

“Mr. Bolton, I’m still new here at Bolton’s, and I’m not familiar with the details of the dinner. I could use your guidance.” 

“We’re married,” he said casually, looking at me without much concern. “You don’t need to be so formal. I’ve already asked Damian to take care of security, supplies, and the invitations. You can rely on him.” 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Bolton.” 

With a subtle gesture, he motioned for me to come closer. As I leaned in, Carter’s hand gently ruffled my 

hair. 

“I told you before, don’t be so formal. No “Mr. Bolton‘ when it’s just the two of us.” 

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I blinked. “Then what should I call you?” 

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He stared at me for a moment, his eyes unreadable. “Call me what you called me before, when others were around.” 

“Carter? Are you sure that’s okay?” 

Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt like he was expecting a different answer. 

“Yes, it’s fine. I’ll call you Zoey, then.” 

“Okay.” 

I stood up. Then I’ll go prepare for the dinner.” 

“Go ahead” 

Planning such an extravagant event wasn’t easy–every guest was important, and every detail from the drinks to the venue needed to be perfect. These past few days had been a blur. 

I barely had any time to sleep, rushing from task to task. But when I finally collapsed into bed, exhaustion took over, and I slept soundly–deeper than I ever did before. 

Yet, in the middle of the night, I felt the warmth of another body beside me. 

My body is typically cold, and despite the room’s comfortable temperature, my hands and feet tend to get icy at night. 

Instinctively, I shifted closer to the source of warmth. 

In my dreams, I felt soft, warm pressure on my lips. 

I wasn’t sure what it was, but I didn’t mind. 

The warmth shifted from my lips to my ear, then trailed down my neck, kissing and licking me slowly. 

A familiar voice whispered, “Chloe, my Chloe, you’ve finally returned…” 

Who was that? The voice sounded so familiar. 

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on them. 

It was like sleep paralysis–aware of my surroundings but unable to move.