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.

Willow without a trace of emotion. Afterward, a sardonic smile spread across his face, but his

woman, do as

joy surged through John’s heart! When Zayn brought Willow over, he was worried that she was the woman Zayn had his eye on, so he didn’t

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

remarkable consideration by taking her to such a wretched

before her,

still looked as striking as he had been four years

been in denial for ages, but

ceased to be the Zayn she once

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

old self.

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

of her as

she had risked her life to protect her chastity for him, even fighting 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

he claimed she was promiscuous, she decided

whispered seductively, “Sir, this isn’t quite the

a crisp, crushing sound resounded in the

his grasp. Glass shards tore into his palm, causing blood

to humiliate Willow that evening, he didn’t expect

allure, her

of her as nothing more than a fickle and

against Louis. In return, she had