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.

Afterward, a sardonic smile spread across his face, but his eyes remained cold

woman,

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

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

by taking her to such

blankly at the man before her, who was

had been four years ago, she was overcome by

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

ceased to be the Zayn

her rotten, and who had cherished her beyond measure was

old self.

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

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

she had clung to the illusion

claimed she was promiscuous, she decided

isn’t quite the place

a crisp, crushing sound

the stem of the wine glass, crushing it in his grasp. Glass shards tore into his

he had intended to humiliate Willow that evening, he didn’t expect her

an enchanting allure, her

her as nothing more than

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