All too late for his love

Chapter 335

lan was clad in the same outfit from yesterday. His bloodshot eyes suggested a sleepless night.

Willow couldn’t help but tear up when she recalled how lan had instructed Duncan to

torture and assault her last night. What happened to his trust in her and his remark about her having the

purest soul in the world?

Taking a step back, she tried to address him calmly, “Mr. Nightingale, are you here to retrieve your jacket?”

lan silently observed her face. Life was intriguing. Women whom he had known for years did not manage

his

He could never forget about

cheeks. Her pale and tiny face made her appear more vulnerable, as if she’d fall

gaze traveled from her face to her neck. The obvious red

brows at the jarring sight of the scary

the length of a thumb–on the

reach out to examine the injury on the back of her hand when his attention

of the gauze, and to his astonishment,

for a better look at her left hand, only for her to back off. “Mr. Nightingale, could you please step aside?” Staring at

embarrassment.

way so I can open the door

Willow clutched the key and limped to the door. Last

her. Despite the pain, she stood straight

on her, she knew she’d only disgust him by acting deferential. She wanted to defend her dignity and refused to be perceived