All too late for his love

Chapter 15

Willow thought that Zayn was going to assault her after he threw her onto the bed. Unexpectedly, he led her to Velvet Noir instead.

There were other people in the private room as well–John Lowe was one of them.

Although John was a regular at Velvet Noir who had frequently interacted with numerous women there, he had never encountered someone as exquisitely beautiful

as Willow.

As his gaze met her naturally alluring face, his eyes immediately flashed with a wolf–like, predatory gleam.

Willow’s stomach still felt like it was being ravaged by pain, making her completely uninterested in socializing.

She struggled to brace herself against the wall, stumbling and staggering as she made her way out of the room.

“Willow, you can go ahead and leave! Once you step out of this room, I assure you that bastard won’t live to see another day!

Zayn’s threat sent a shiver down Willow’s spine, paralyzing her legs in place. He always knew how to exploit her Achilles‘ heel, leaving her completely defenseless. When she settled back into her seat, John eagerly plled Willow with one drink after another. Her stomach was already in a fragile state and highly sensitive to any irritants. She initially didn’t want to drink any of it, but the looming threat of Zayn’s words forced her to down one shot after another.

“Mr. Carter, this young lady..”

After three rounds of drinks, John’s actions toward Willow grew increasingly bold. It was evident that he was eager to escort her back to the hotel while she was lost in a drunken stupor.

emotion. Afterward, a sardonic smile spread across his face, but his

a promiscuous woman, do

that she was the woman Zayn had his eye on, so he didn’t dare to be too presumptuous. However, now that Zayn had given him the

face was ashen, drained of all color. Zayn actually told John to

demonstrated remarkable consideration by taking

stared blankly at the man before

been four years ago, she was overcome

ages, but now, she had to face

had long ceased to be the Zayn

who had spoiled her rotten, and who had cherished her beyond measure was no longer there,

old self.

drawn to the hand resting on her shoulder. A delicate smile blossomed on her lips, her

of her as nothing more

to the death against Louis. In return, she had endured four years of living hell. Yet, in his eyes, she

should have seen it coming, yet she had clung to the illusion that her beloved Zayn would never treat her with such

she decided to fully live up to

hand and whispered seductively, “Sir, this isn’t quite

crushing sound

glass, crushing it in his grasp. Glass shards tore into

expect her to be

allure, her beauty captivating all who

Zayn thought of her as nothing more than

him, even fighting to the death against Louis. In return, she had endured four