All too late for his love (Willow and Zayn)

Chapter 73

“Even if that bastard has been kidnapped,” Zayn’s voice was icy and merciless, “it’s none of my concern! With that, he hung up the phone.

None of his concern… Willow stared numbly at the dark screen before her. Her body trembled, and her legs suddenly went weak. Even though she gripp

Her vision blurred from the tears welling up in her eyes. Willow’s mind grew hazy and confused. In her daze, she thought she heard a voice tenderly whis

It said, “Willow, you and our child are the loves of my life. I will devote my life to loving you both.”

But now, they were no longer his loves. They were… of no concern to him. Zayn, how cruel you turned out to be!

Willow knew that if this broken body of hers faltered, it might never rise again. So even if it meant using all her strength, she would force herself to stand Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

A relentless agony swept through her. The pain, it seemed, penetrated every inch. Summoning all her strength, she felt as if she were walking on thorns. Each step pierced her flesh like a hail of knives and arrows.

She tried calling Zayn again, but he refused to pick up. Gazing blankly out at the bustling traffic, she decided she had to go straight to Lekecoast Villa to find him. Even if it said, “Willow Sanford and dogs are not allowed insid

Resolute, Willow wasted no time. Grabbing her bag, she hurried downstairs.

Reaching the door, a thought struck her. Quickly, she turned back, snatching up a fruit knife from the bedside table, before rushing out once more. She k would leave her life in his hands!

She only hoped he would spare her until she could exchange the money for Aaron. Then, she would hand her life over to him!

The winters in Havenpoint didn’t usually have much snow. But this was different. It was barely the start of the season, but there was already heavy

snowfall

A little while ago, there was no snow at the hospital entrance. But by the time she reached Lakecoast Villa, the snow was falling thick and fast. Outside th made it seem almost like daylight. Thanks to the lights, she could see the sign on the villa’s gate,

Willow Sanford and dogs are not allowed inside.”

any strength.

Well, that was fine. After she died, this sign would become her epitaph. She felt weak and weary. She was barely able to muster a Leaning on the wall, s