Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 527

With Jeffrey gone, I turned to leave, but then my gaze landed on Amber and Dominic standing in the distance.

Dominic, dressed in solemn white, kept to the shadows, his figure barely noticeable. He didn't want attention. His quiet presence was a tribute to Jeffrey.

Years ago, Jeffrey had unknowingly saved his father and the Carlyns, and Dominic had never forgotten that debt.

Despite their efforts to remain hidden, I noticed them, trying to stay out of sight behind a tree. They looked suspicious, as if they were up to something.

Amber's voice suddenly broke the stillness. "We're here to pay respects, not to steal anything. You shouldn't crouch and skulk around."

Dominic reached over and ruffled her hair. "Calm down. We'll get in once the Boltons are gone."

Their relationship had clearly grown. Amber's voice wasn't as sharp as it once was.

It didn't surprise me. Though Amber had come to love Dominic a little later, they had eventually found each other.

Life is short, after all. In the end, when two people truly love each other, the past seems like something better left behind.

Dominic's history wasn't much different from mine, either. He, too, had been shaped by loss.

I walked over to them, speaking softly, "Amber, it's been a while."

Amber jumped, startled. The moment she saw me, her face flushed red with annoyance. "Chloe, are you crazy? Do you enjoy scaring people?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Scaring others isn't fun. But you, you're a riot. It's been forever since I had your homemade fruit juice. I was actually starting to miss it. Is that why you've been avoiding me? You don't want to make me any?"

The mention of fruit juice made her blush even deeper. "Don't you dare bring up fruit juice! You've already stolen my son. Isn't that enough?"

The Emerald Dragon organization had all but crumbled. Yael, the man once protected by the Carlyns, had returned to campus. He'd visit Everett and Everly, bringing them new toys he'd made with his own hands.

He wasn't as closed off as before. With so much talent, he even started live-streaming his carving sessions. He kept his face hidden, but I'd sometimes tune in. His streams often attracted tens of thousands of viewers.

Mostly women, who'd flood the comments with things like, "Kyah, your hands are perfect!"

"His voice is so calming!"

"Even without seeing his face, I'm pretty sure he's got abs!"

"Ehehehe, please lift your shirt so I can screenshot your abs for my grandma. She's never seen anything like that!"

"Stop playing with rocks and play with me instead."

"Sisters, this is the comment section, not a wishing well! Hey, cutie, I'm 56 years old with 30 years of cleaning experience. I make 450 dollars a month, can take care of kids and handle hard work. I'd love to date you—not for your body, but to help clean your sculptures."

I couldn't take more than three minutes before I was completely freaked out by the bizarre comments.

If Carter saw this, he'd probably think I was obsessed with watching some bodybuilder livestream.

What no one knew was that the mysterious guy behind the screen was blissfully unaware of all the madness surrounding him—simple, naïve, and completely unaffected by the chaos he unwittingly caused.

His hands were always busy—either carving delicate figurines or piecing together intricate crafts. On quiet afternoons, when the weight of the world lifted just a little, he'd sit with the kids, filling the air with gentle melodies from his flute.

Our house was a collection of his creations, each toy more than just a gift—it was a piece of him, carefully shaped and offered with love.

As I watched the kids play, my thoughts drifted to Taylor.

"Amber, have you heard anything about Taylor?" The question left my lips before I could stop it, the worry still gnawing at me.

A year had passed since Taylor went missing, and yet I couldn't stop searching. I couldn't let go.

Amber and Dominic exchanged a long look before Amber spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're still looking. Sometimes I wish we'd put a chip in her, so we could track her no matter where she is."

Her words stung. My chest tightened. I forced the air into my lungs. "Since you're here to honor Jeffrey, just go ahead. He asked us not to make a big deal. After today, there's no need for any more visits."