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.

over Willow without a trace of emotion. Afterward, a sardonic

promiscuous woman, do as you

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

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

demonstrated remarkable consideration by taking her to such

before her, who was becoming increasingly

he still looked as striking as he had been four years ago, she

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

to be the Zayn she

cherished her beyond measure was no longer there, existing only

old self.

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

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

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

coming, yet she had clung to the illusion that her beloved Zayn

claimed she was promiscuous, she decided to fully live up

this isn’t quite the place for

a crisp, crushing sound resounded in the

grasp. Glass shards tore into his palm, causing blood to flow from his wounds.

that evening, he didn’t expect her to be in her element, leaving him feeling

radiating an enchanting allure, her beauty captivating all who beheld

turned out that Zayn thought of her as nothing more

to protect her chastity for him, even fighting to the death against Louis. In return, she had endured four years of living hell.