His love

Willow knew Wilhelmina’s wicked nature all too well. She understood that if she continued trying on dresses, Wilhelmina would employ the same tactics to snatch them away. So, she wasn’t about to waste 

any more energy. 

Being slim, she could fit into any of the wedding dresses here. Eyeing another one, she decided she’d 

have the store clerk wrap it up for her later. 

Just as she was about to reach for the dress, a sudden wave of nausea hit her throat. She fought to hold 

it back. But this time, the feeling of blood rushing up was too strong, and she couldn’t stop it. 

She refused to show any vulnerability in front of these people. Clutching her mouth, she bolted for the upstairs bathroom. As she burst into the bathroom, a rush of bright red blood spilled from her mouth. 

Her stomach twisted with intense pain, and despite her efforts to hold it back, the agony persisted. And the blood just kept coming, as if there was no end in sight. 

She kept retching, the metallic taste lingering in her throat. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When she finally finished, her legs felt so weak she could barely stand. She remained crouched on the floor for a while before summoning the strength to grasp the door handle and stumble out of the 

bathroom. 

She figured that after spending so much time in the bathroom, Zayn, Matthew, and the rest must have left. This time around, stepping out, she wouldn’t have to put up with those annoying pests anymore. 

But to her surprise, as soon as she stepped out, barely having had a chance to clean up, she spotted 

Matthew standing there, radiating a chilly aura. 

Willow couldn’t wrap her head around why Matthew would corner her here. She had already handed over 

the dress to Wilhelmina, so what more did he want? 

Too drained to deal with Matthew, Willow decided to blow him off. She acted like she hadn’t seen him 

and kept on walking. 

“Willow, have you considered my proposal?” Willow looked completely bewildered. She couldn’t recall 

Matthew ever making any proposal before. 

“Mr. Mayer, I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’ve got better things to do with my time than you. Move aside, please. I need to get out of here.” 

“Willow, be my mistress.” Matthew’s voice dripped with contempt. 

“Willow, I know you’re aiming to marry into high society. But let’s be real: a woman like you wouldn’t even get a foot in the door with the Dawsons, let alone any other wealthy family! 

“So, go ahead and let go of that pipe dream of yours for good!” 

Willow’s eyes brimmed with tears. It was true. The Dawsons would never accept her. 

But right now, she didn’t need their approval. All she wanted was one last shot at marriage with Kenan, to 

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wear her wedding gown and track him down on the other side. Before she could shake off her despair, Matthew’s voice cut through with dripping sarcasm. 

“How much did Zayn offer you? I’ll double it!” 

“Matthew, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not interested in you. If I won’t marry you straight up, why in the world would I be your mistress? I…” 

“Ten million!” Matthew cut her off before she could finish. 

“Ten million a month!” Matthew paused for a moment and then continued, “Cut ties with Zayn. Tonight, I’ll have someone send you to the villa at Preston Heights!” 

Before Willow could even think to respond, the sharp sound of Wilhelmina’s voice rang out from the staircase. “Matt, what the hell did you just say? Do you actually want to keep Willow as a mistress? Matt, you promised me you’d treat me right for a lifetime! How could you do this to me?” 

As Wilhelmina spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks. Her expression was the picture of utter despair. It was as if the entire world had let her down. 

Matthew was caught off guard. He never imagined Wilhelmina would overhear his conversation with 

Willow. 

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