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.

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

a promiscuous woman,

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

all color. Zayn actually told John to do as he

taking her

before

four years ago, she was overcome by a sense of

denial for ages, but now, she had

had long ceased to be the Zayn

had spoiled her rotten, and who had cherished her beyond measure was no longer there, existing only in the faded

old self.

shoulder. A delicate smile blossomed on her lips, her eyes radiating an enchanting allure, her

of her as nothing more than a

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 was nothing more

yet she had clung to the illusion that her beloved Zayn would never treat her with

was promiscuous, she decided to

delicately held John’s hand and whispered seductively, “Sir, this isn’t

a crisp, crushing sound

of the wine glass, crushing it in his grasp. Glass shards tore into his palm, causing blood to flow from his wounds.

he didn’t expect her to be in her

allure, her beauty captivating all who beheld

Zayn thought of her as

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