All too late for his love

Chapter 332

“Aaron, you’ll find out soon. If they hit it off, they’ll be over here together in no time!” Moses reassured.

Aaron with a grin.

Turning to lan, Moses’s smile remained. “lan, when you’re with a lady, be a gentleman. And if I hear you’ve scared Ms. Sanford off with that cold demeanor of yours, you’ll have me to answer to!”

Though lan was nearly certain the blind date was with Willow, he grasped onto a faint hope and inquired, Grandpa, what’s the name of the woman I’m supposed to meet?”

Previously indifferent to her identity, lan now felt an urgent need to know.

“It’s Willow Sanford! Ms. Sanford is practically the nation’s sweetheart right now. With your ice–cold demeanor and aversion to women, you’re hardly a match for her.

“If I hadn’t practically begged Ms. Sanford to meet you, she wouldn’t have agreed to this date!”

So it really was Willow. Ian couldn’t hear anything else Moses said. All he could think about was getting to Gourmet Haven as fast as possible to tell Willow he was willing to go on this blind date.

Haven!” lan commanded coldly as soon as he

was taken aback by the sudden order,

conniving woman, and if she was being tormented by Duncan, Ian would definitely want to

intentions, Eric was

is a real piece of work! Sending him over tonight was spot–on. Look,

at Gourmet Haven early, spiking the teapot with God–knows–what. Bet he’s already sealed

deal with that woman.

conniving broad tried to cozy up to you, boss, but ended up in bed with

response. Instead, lan’s face went white as a sheet. He practically shouted, “What the hell did you just

expression of pure panic and dread. Was this really the same guy who never batted an eyelash in the

He managed to stammer, “Boss, that woman’s getting what’s coming to her tonight,

car keys and stormed out of the office like a

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after his boss on the frigid winter night. As the biting wind cut through lan’s chest, he rolled down the car window, letting the icy air wash

himself and pedal to the metal. What should’ve been an hour–long

to such speeds, clung dearly to the door handle. He was