All too late for his love (Willow and Zayn)

Chapter 44

Willow belt intense pain all over,

t, as if she had fallen into a pile of needles.

Every breath was agony, yet she fought to survive, clinging to life amidst the pain.

Despite the pain and exhaustion, she couldn’t give up until she raised one million dollars and accompanied Aaron through his surgery.

In the end, she began to hate Zayn. She loved him selflessly, not worrying about the future or her well– being, but her love for him shouldn’t enable him to trample on her at will.

Willow thought to herself, “Zayn, we are truly pathetic. Clearly, we loved each other so much, but in the end, we can only hurt each other! Zayn, we neve

When Zayn finally let her go, she didn’t have the strength to get up from the ground. She didn’t know what was wrong with her hand.

Even though it was wrapped in thick bandages, it had turned red.

Willow hugged her injured hand and huddled in the corner. Now, her consciousness was completely muddled

She just didn’t want Zayn to see her damaged hand.

Willow, are you pretending to be dead again?” Zayn felt extremely agitated.

She used to make him happy, but he got mad. When she argued with him, he got mad. Now, seeing her like this, he was even madder.

“Willow, get up!” Zayn suddenly grabbed her shoulder. He lifted her face, only to find tear streaks covering her cheeks.

The thought of her wanting to remain chaste for Louis or Kenan made him even more infuriated.

“Willow!”

Willow’s eyes flickered. She thought he was going to torture her again. She hurriedly leaned back against the wall.

However, Zayn was driven to madness seeing her rejecting him like this. He suddenly exerted force on her shoulder, almost crushing it.

Willow couldn’t help but flinch from the pain.

She murmured as if in a daze, “Zayn, don’t touch me, don’t touch me… Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“We’re divorced, we’re not together anymore….

“Mr. Carter, please let me go…”

Zayn’s eyes narrowed after hearing her call him Mr. Carter again.

He was about to teach her a lesson, to show her who her man truly was, but then he saw the thick bandage on her left hand.

There was a glaring blood–red stain on the bandage.

“Willow, give me your left hand!”

Seeing him noticing her hand, Willow quickly hid it in her embrace.

Zayn felt another wave of irritation from her lack of cooperation. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand.

Remembering the doctor’s comment about her faking terminal cancer and biting open the blood bag in her mouth, he sneered coldly. “Are you pretendin

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“Don’t touch me, don’t touch me…” Willow tried to pull her hand back, but what she actually wanted to say was that Zayn should not touch her hand. However, she was too exhausted and could only murmur half of those words. Zayn had originally intended

He tightly gripped her hand and roughly tore off the bandage on top. He wanted to see how many blood blisters she had wasted this time for this painful