All too late for his love (Willow and Zayn)

Chapter 16

Suddenly, the sound of a wine bottle breaking filled the private room as Zayn viciously smashed the bottle onto John’s head

Zayn’s inexplicable actions left everyone dumbfounded, but no one dared to question him. All they could do was remain silent and walk on eggshells aro

Zayn completely disregarded the bloodied and wailing folin, and forcefully pulled Willow away from his embrace amidst the stunned silence of the crowd

When she was in the prate room moments ago, Willow had acted every ounce of her strength to prevent herself from collapsing

he was already plagued by a dangerously delicate stomach. After having consumed so much alcohol on an empty stomach and being subjected to the violent jolts of the speeding car, she felt an excruciating pain in her stomach–as if he insides were being ripped apart.

As soon as they peached Bordello, Zayn threw her coughly onto the bed.

Willow was in so much pain that she could barely breathe. She didn’t have the time or energy to deal with his anger. She just wanted to find some paink

She struggled to feel her way around, eventually locating the medicine bottle on the bedside table, Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

There was only one pill left in the medicine bottle. When she saw it, she felt as if she had clutched the last lifeline that would rescue her from the clutches

She popped the pill out of the bottle and quickly brought it to her mouth. However, Zayn suddenly snatched the pill from her hand before she could swall

“Willow! How could you stoop so low!”

“Zam, please, it’s just paindlers”

Willow beached out her tmbling hand, pleading, “Zayn, please give it to me. My stomach is in so much pain…”

“In pain

Zayalaughed decisively, sending shivers down the spine. “You deserve every bit of it!”

Zayn’s eyes flashed with ley disdain as he unceremoniously hurled the pill towed the window.

“Please, Zayn, don’t!!!

Willow desperately lunged for the pill, but her attempts were futile.

In the final stages of cancer, the pain was the most unbearable ordeal. Many patients had not succumbed to physical exhaustion, but rather to the agonizing pain itsell

As the excruciating pain intensified, Willow’s lips turned a ghostly shade of purple. She wanted to alleviate the pain on her body, yet the painkiller pill was

Willow dragged herself to the window, her gaze falling upon the bustling cityscape below.

Outside, the city lights twinkled like a sea of stars, each house a beacon of warmth and comfort. Yet, not a single one belonged to Willow. She suddenly

“Zayn, look at all those liphes!”

Willow, wherever the light shines, that’s where our home is.”

At that moment, Zayn was the one who had whispered sweet nothings to her

Yet Zayn was also the one who had destroyed their supposed home.

A cruel twisted date had taken their home away, In the end, Willow was left with nothing.

Zayn’s accusations plented through Willow’s reverie, bringing hit back to the harsh reality. She felt a wave of pain wash over her, similar to a fish struggli

“Zayn, only have you in my life. Only you..

Zayn sneered with disdain and said, “Willow, you make me sick!

Afterward, Wow tumbled off the bed in a disheveled state, her stomach pain causing her to retch uncontrollably.

Amidst the aridicbile she regurgitated, traces of blood werdiscemible. A droplet of this blood–tinged vomit dripped onto Zayn’s foot

There was unfiltered disgust in his

“willow, you’re truly disgusting!”

Willow’s consciousness was clouded by the Intern pain, and she could only shake her head in denial

“Zayn, I’m not impre, I’m not defiled… I’m sick. I’m really just sick.”

when he saw willow’s distressed expression, Zayn couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt in his heart. As he recalled her intense vomiting, driven by disg

willow found him repulsive, yet felt no such aversion toward Louis.

Zayn was such a tool to pine over her for all those year!

Another wave of angerwashed over Zayn, and with a sudden burst of force, he dung Willow onto the nearby couch.

Ashe was about to torture her again, a mouthful of bloodshed from her mouth. Soon after, she fell to the ground, lying motionless and inespommive.

Zan’s eyes were bloodshot and even he was oblivious to the overwhelming panie his volo caried at that moment.

Zayn’s eyes were bloodshot and even he was oblivious to the overwhelming panic his voice carried at that moment.

the emergency room door swung open, he rushed forward and asked, “How is she, Dr. Smith?” Blake’s face was etched with disapproval as

she exclaimed, “She’s already In the late– stage of stomach cancer and still drinking so much alcohol! She’s putting her life at grave risk! You might as well start planning for her funeral!”

Zayn froze in disbelief. It felt as if ages had elapsed before he managed to utter, “Who are you talking about? Who has late– stage stomach cancer? asking me to plan a funeral for!”

Who are you

asking me to plan a funeral for!