His love

Willow thought she was being ridiculous for suffering heartache from lan’s hurtful remarks after trying hard to fall out of love with him. Refusing to display her vulnerability in front of him, she flashed a heartless, aloof smile at him. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. Mr. Carter, want to give it a try?” 

“Willow Sanford!” Zayn gripped her shoulders tightly, thinking, “Willow, you should have come to me if you wanted fame! Who made you sleep with fucking lan Nightingale?” 

“Mr. Carter, you’re forgetful. Didn’t I tell you that you disgust me?” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hah!” He chuckled. He seemed unfeeling when he wasn’t smiling. But when he smiled, he came across as intimidating, inducing fear in others. 

“How dare a slut like you call me filthy? Willow, you’re brazen! You like being a slut, right? How about! make your wish come true?” 

“Let go of me, Mr. Carter!” Willow grew worried when she realized Zayn was losing it. “I might be a slut, but I have a say in who I take as a client. You don’t deserve to be my client.” 

“I see! I can’t sleep with a slut for free, can I?” He feigned a look of realization before grabbing two hundred–dollar bills from his wallet and tossing them in her face. 

“This is for last night and today. Keep them well!” 

Willow was close to biting her tongue off under his muscular body. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a teapot on the coffee table. She clutched the teapot firmly before attempting to smash it on the back of his head. 

Previously, she had unhesitatingly smashed items into the heads of the men who tried to force themselves on her. Sadly, she realized she did not have the heart to do the same to Zayn. 

No matter how much she hated him and wished to stay away from him, she could not bring herself to hurt him. When she came to that realization, she let go of the teapot, sending it crashing onto the ground loudly. 

The sound of the teapot shattering attracted his attention. He spun around and stared at the broken teapot with an unreadable expression. 

“Woah, Willow Sanford, did you try to hit me?” He sniggered, his handsome features contorting into a devilish smirk. 

“Is that how much you wish to save yourself for lan Nightingale? Hah, how dare a whore like you dream of doing that for your client? How ‘virtuous‘ of you! 

“Willow Sanford, you can’t have your cake and eat it too. I spent money on you, which means you have to pleasure me without question if I want you to!” 

Pleasure him without question… Willow hated herself for not smashing the teapot into the back of his 

head. She was curious as to what was going on in his mind. 

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The pain in her body intensified when she was pinned underneath him, especially her ankle. Her eyes would redden whenever she was in pain. Refusing to show her vulnerability, she turned her face away to hide her reddened eyes. 

Unfortunately, he mistook her action as contempt, thinking she only had eyes for lan and couldn’t bother to take a look at him. The misunderstanding made him seethe. He 

wanted to tear her into pieces, but at 

the end of the day, he couldn’t lay a finger on her. 

All he could do was ravage her body to remind her that she belonged to him. Right as he was about to plow her, he suddenly noticed blood seeping from the back of her right hand. He remembered treating her wound the previous night and was acutely aware of the severity of her injuries on both hands.