All too late for his love

Chapter 340

After some massaging, the pain in Willow’s ankle seemed to have lessened. The cooling sensation of the medicinal ointment felt comfortable.

The physical contact with the opposite sex did not tempt lan. It wasn’t that Willow was unattractive to him. On the contrary, she was the only woman he ever felt attracted to.

However, his desire for her was eclipsed by the anguish he felt. His heart ached upon seeing the injuries across her body, and his soul was thrust into deep pain.

Her calm demeanor brought to mind a fortune teller’s prophecy from his childhood. He had been told he would lead a life of boundless wealth. Only after meeting Willow did he realize that, despite his arrogance from his privileged background, he would one day willingly sacrifice everything for a woman.

He reluctantly released her ankle and asked her in a low voice, “Willow, how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling much better. Thank you, Mr. Nightingale.” She stood up, steadying herself on the couch. “I’m orry for taking up so much of your time. Let’s forget about what happened last night. We have to move on somehow.”

blind date… Please inform Mr. Quayle that we are, unfortunately, not a good match. Mr. Nightingale, to be honest with

you meet the woman of your dreams

to tell Willow that she was the woman of his dreams–the only woman who

confessing his feelings upon seeing her dead eyes and

he messed it up. He single–handedly ruined her perception of him. He’d only scare her away if he insisted

good rest. He reached out to pat her on the shoulder, but he eventually withdrew his hand, as he

sigh of relief. The troublemaker

“For tonight.” lan began.

her of her promise to buy him dinner from the audition last night. She cut him

nonetheless. “Eric will contact you this

that, lan turned around and

him. Certain details about the contract did not require lan’s approval, but Eric thought it was necessary to consult lan, given the importance of Willow to

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million dollars–the rate for A–listers. But Ms. Sanford isn’t even a D–lister.