All too late for his love

Chapter 375

Matthew’s brows furrowed. “Willa?”

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He hadn’t meant to hurt Wilhelmina while he was in a daze. He hurried forward and pulled Wilhelmina into his arms. “I’m sorry, Willa. I was just…”

What was he supposed to say? That he had imagined the love of his life as some other woman? It was unforgivable of him to do that, and it would come out wrong no matter how hard he tried to explain himself.

Wilhelmina’s heart tightened. She was afraid to hear Matthew speak the truth–that he had pictured her as Willow and lost control of himself.

Wilhelmina wouldn’t know how to live with the shame.

She threw herself into Matthew’s arms and said sorrowfully, “It’s okay, Matt. You don’t have to say anything. I believe you, and I have faith in our relationship.

“We’ve stuck by each other’s side for four years. We promised we would face the world together. You wouldn’t betray me after all we’ve been through.

left in this world. I know your love

a hard time, yet despite her effort, she only succeeded in humiliating herself. Willow, in contrast, was unscathed. Wilhelmina was too embarrassed to linger around. She gripped Matthew’s hand tightly and pleaded, “I’m

silent all this while, suddenly interjected,

delight and relief when she heard Ian’s voice. She couldn’t help feeling like

her from leaving because he wanted to offer her an endorsement

you with?” Wilhelmina asked. She wouldn’t ask for

stomach churned every time he looked

himself from retching as he pointed out impassively, “Ms. Foster, I believe we should discuss compensation after you

loudly, her surprise evident in her

had to take a few deep breaths before she found her voice again. “Mr. Nightingale,

her like she was an idiot. “I believe you’ve misread the situation, Ms. Foster.

Now that she thought about it, he was right. He had allowed her to try on the gown, but he hadn’t explicitly said it was a gift. In

looked down and appraised every detail of

threaded with gold and depicting subtle patterns, was a work of art. The mother–of–pearl sewn into the bodice and pleats looked fine and expensive. The Fosters ran their own

grandmother, had pulled a calculated move by secretly

entertainment industry