All too late for his love

Chapter 339

Willow wasn’t only hurt in her hand. Ian noticed the uneven patches of skin and scabs on her wrist- evidence of her failed attempt at slitting her wrist.

How much despair had she experienced to drive her to take her own life? lan’s regrets deepened. He regretted not meeting her earlier in life and protecting her from the vicissitudes of life.

Willow stared down at the stump where her pinky finger used to be. She replied nonchalantly. “It’s all in the past.”

Then, she said, “Mr. Nightingale, thanks for tending to my wounds. My hands are certainly not in the best shape to do it myself.”

She and lan were not close, not to mention there were grudges between them. She wasn’t ready to share

her inner thoughts with him.

Since the injury on her left hand had been tended to, she thought it was time for lan to leave. However, he grabbed her ankle this time. She couldn’t find her socks in Zayn’s bedroom that morning and went around

barefooted.

when a grown man held her by the ankle. “Mr.

covered his face in embarrassment, thinking, “Boss, you’re shameless! It’s one thing to dress her wounds. Why

of you!”

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her ankle, which was badly swollen by now. The sight of her poor ankle

that, she didn’t want his help to treat her ankle. She mustered all

Nightingale, my ankle is fine. Thanks for dressing my wounds. I’m feeling much better now.

home.”

massage your ankle for you,” he insisted in a gentle yet charmingly assertive

cooperative, he added in a rare move, “Willow, just see me as your doctor

now.”

the doctor–male or female–would do the

she decided not to argue against lan’s

medicinal ointment and applied it to her ankle, massaging it like a