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.

smiling. She stopped trying to pull

while her injury had recovered, her nerves were damaged. She couldn’t exert the same strength anymore and decided that Zayn was not worth the effort

dazzling, the look in her eyes

you holding my wrist so you can drag me to hell yourself,

go to the

furious about Willow’s fake death, but to hear her take shots at him like this

him, he stepped forward

flatter yourself, Willow. I wouldn’t soil my hands by dragging

if she had already

in that fire, and the new Willow had risen from the ashes. She was bulletproof now, and it

me like this, Mr. Carter?

“Willow!”

growled warningly, letting go of her hand and

had a knack for

was not going to give him peace of mind even when

Zayn would be lying if he said he hadn’t

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

his show of violence, she raised a brow