All too late for his love

Chapter 82

Willow’s eyes were particularly striking. They were somewhat enigmatic and exquisite. Her eyes spoke volumes, exuding an irresistible charm.

One glance into them was enough for any became entranced.

man to imagine the beauty hidden beneath her sheer veil. Seeing those tantalizing outlines, countless men

“Wow, she’s so beautiful!” Thane, sitting beside Zayn, couldn’t help but exclaim.

He nudged the icy Zayn who was next to him. In rudimentary Marleyan, Thane said in excitement, “Zayn, Marleyan girls are truly exquisite! She’s bewitching!”

Zayn gave a vague hum in response, not even bothering to lift his head. He loathed places like this, for they were filled with debauchery.

visit him. The Rumpus Club was well–known for its

despite Zayn’s plain disinterest. He continued

began. It was a classical piece tinged with romantic allure. Willow listened to the enthusiastic cheers echoing from the audience below. She felt

sake of earning money, no matter how much she

unmatched. Leaping and twirling, her delicate frame moved with fluidity. Each graceful gesture was

beauty. Dressed in

the rubles adorning her ankles accentuated her porcelain skin. Before the audience’s eyes, she vibrated with

flawless, ivory feet. Like the other men in the audience, he held his breath,

unnaturally still. Zayn recalled how the men in the audience had been loud and rowdy during the previous auctions. But the vast club was now

superficial men into silence. The more Zayn thought about it, the more convinced he became that this

his breath. Nowadays, people

Thane, was one such masochistic man. He was so eager to declare his determination to bid

Thane Thane indeed had a stupefied look. But Zayn