All too late for his love

Chapter 275

“Watch yourself, Mr. Carter!”

Willow hissed as she tried to shrug off Zayn’s vise–like grip. However, it only made him grip her wrist tighter.

“Willow,” he breathed, the rage in his voice a culmination of the grief and pain he had experienced in the past month.

As emotions flooded him, he added shakily, “You’re still alive.”

Willow couldn’t care less about the emotions she saw flickering in his eyes.

A small and distant smile curled on her lips as she drawled, “Yes, I’m still alive. You can save your prayer for someone else. Sorry to disappoint you!”

“Willow!”

Zayn saw Willow through a red mist. He looked at her ferociously like he was debating on cutting open her chest to see if she had a heart at all.

was still smiling. She stopped trying to pull

was gripping her left wrist, and while her injury had recovered, her nerves were damaged. She couldn’t exert

as her smile widened and grew dazzling, the look

my wrist so you can drag me to

plans to go to the afterlife

death, but to hear her take shots at him like this pushed

was still with him, he stepped forward and

I wouldn’t soil my hands by

as if she had already

Willow had been burned to death in that fire, and the new Willow had risen from the ashes. She was bulletproof now, and it would take more than words for

hands by touching me like this, Mr. Carter? You must be a masochist,”

“Willow!”

letting go of her hand and pinching her

a knack

she’d died, but it seemed she was

be lying if he said he hadn’t hoped she was

Zayn rather tiresome. He had become predictable. He would pinch her jaw, strangle her, or roar her

his show of violence, she raised