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.

sardonic smile spread across

promiscuous woman, do as

over, he was worried 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 green light, he could finally let loose and follow

of all color. Zayn actually told John to do as he

remarkable consideration by taking her to such a

man before her, who was

four years ago,

in denial for ages, but now, she had to face

to be the

had cherished her beyond measure was no longer there,

old self.

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

out that Zayn thought of her as nothing more than a fickle

the death against Louis. In return, she had endured four years of

yet she had clung to the illusion that

he claimed she was promiscuous, she decided to

delicately held John’s hand and whispered seductively, “Sir, this isn’t quite the place for this. Shall

sound resounded in

Glass shards tore into his palm,

expect her

enchanting allure, her beauty

that Zayn thought of her as nothing more than a

him, even fighting to the death against Louis. In return,