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 away

nerves were damaged. She couldn’t exert the same strength anymore and decided

as her smile widened and grew dazzling, the look in her eyes

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

no plans to go to the afterlife right now, so

but to hear her take shots at him like

still with him, he stepped

wouldn’t soil my hands by dragging

she

old 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 Zayn to

me like this, Mr. Carter? You must be a

“Willow!”

go of her hand and pinching her jaw

had a knack for getting

but it seemed she was not going to give him peace of mind even when she

he said he hadn’t hoped she was

was starting to find this back–and–forth with Zayn rather tiresome. He had become predictable. He would pinch her jaw, strangle her, or roar

his show of violence, she raised a brow at