All too late for his love

Chapter 16

Suddenly, the sound of a wine bottle breaking filled the private room as Zayn viciously smashed the bottle onto John’s head

Zayn’s inexplicable actions left everyone dumbfounded, but no one dared to question him. All they could do was remain silent and walk on eggshells around him.

Zayn completely disregarded the bloodied and wailing folin, and forcefully pulled Willow away from his embrace amidst the stunned silence of the crowd. As a searing surge of fury possessed him, he made his way toward Bordello.

When she was in the prate room moments ago, Willow had acted every ounce of her strength to prevent herself from collapsing

he was already plagued by a dangerously delicate stomach. After having consumed so much alcohol on an empty stomach and being subjected to the violent jolts of the speeding car, she felt an excruciating pain in her stomach–as if he insides were being ripped apart.

As soon as they peached Bordello, Zayn threw her coughly onto the bed.

Willow was in so much pain that she could barely breathe. She didn’t have the time or energy to deal with his anger. She just wanted to find some painkillers to alleviate the agonizing pain in her stomach.

She struggled to feel her way around, eventually locating the medicine bottle on the bedside table,

There was only one pill left in the medicine bottle. When she saw it, she felt as if she had clutched the last lifeline that would rescue her from the clutches of pain.

She popped the pill out of the bottle and quickly brought it to her mouth. However, Zayn suddenly snatched the pill from her hand before she could swallow it.

“Willow! How could you stoop so low!”

“Zam, please, it’s just paindlers”

her tmbling hand, pleading, “Zayn, please give it to

“In pain

down the spine. “You

as he

“Please, Zayn, don’t!!!

the pill, but her

Many patients had not succumbed to physical exhaustion,

her body, yet the

herself to the window, her gaze falling

the city lights twinkled like a sea of stars, each house a beacon of warmth and comfort. Yet, not a single one belonged to Willow. She suddenly called a comensation she once had with

look at all

the light shines, that’s

was the one who had whispered sweet

the one who had destroyed their supposed

their home away, In the end, Willow was

pain wash over her, similar to a fish struggling for survival out of

you in my

and said, “Willow, you

tumbled off the bed in a disheveled

she regurgitated, traces of blood werdiscemible. A droplet of this blood–tinged vomit dripped

unfiltered

“willow, you’re truly disgusting!”

and she could

impre, I’m not defiled… I’m sick. I’m really