All too late for his love

Chapter 347

Zayn was furious at Willow’s disrespect. His expression clouded as a storm raged within. The light in his eyes went out while he put down his utensils.

“Willow Sanford, do I disgust you?”

Willow wanted to explain that she was triggered by the nightmarish memories from the dungeon and that she wasn’t disgusted by him. Alas, she was too nauseated to speak.

She had a weak stomach to begin with. She hadn’t taken any food since last night, and her stomach suffered as a result.

However, she only managed to vomit out some bile mixed with strands of blood.

“Willow, answer me!” Zayn shot up from his seat, ready to teach her a good lesson, when he spotted specks of blood on the corner of her lips.

His

in shock. “Willow, why did you cough up blood? Do you feel

and pulled her into a tight hug. A look of

cancer,” which he assumed was a ruse to gain his sympathy. However, she couldn’t have possibly put on an act. She spent most of the time fighting him off, and she wouldn’t have had the time to stuff

brought up her stomach cancer to Zayn multiple times, but he refused to believe

at the corner

cough up much blood. That must have

suffered a scratch in her throat

her, he soon felt a surge of anger. She’d rather starve than eat the breakfast he prepared, which he took as a sign of her disgust

nearly force–feeding her in his rage. However, he reconsidered that idea, not

related to com soup and wanted to avoid any stomach issues, she finally took small sips of the

bowl of corn soup. Still hungry, she helped herself to a

He didn’t notice the softening of his demeanor, marked by