His love

The look in Zayn’s eyes made it clear to Willow what he might do next. She had promised Kenan that they would be together once he woke up. She was determined not to sleep with Zayn again. 

She pushed against Zayn with all her might. But before she could fully push him away, his furious voice. 

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“Don’t think you can get away, Willow!” Then came the sound of clothes hitting the ground. 

Willow’s hatred reached its peak. Her teeth were clenched so tightly that they ached, yet she couldn’t 

escape. 

Her body trembled like a leaf in the wind. She opened her mouth and wanted to sink her teeth into Zayn’s shoulder, like how she bit the man who had just assaulted her. 

But even in her hatred, she couldn’t bring herself to truly harm him. Thinking she hadn’t tried to please Matthew, Zayn felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. 

He gently kissed Willow’s temple. But his touch only made her tremble more violently. She gritted her. 

teeth. “Zayn, what does it matter to you?” 

She knew she couldn’t match his strength, but she still tried to break free from him. 

After another failed attempt, her hatred shook her to the core. “Pull out, Zayn! You’re no different from those men just now! You’re just as disgusting as them!” 

Zayn’s tender gaze turned to ice in an instant. How dare she compare him to those four men? 

His fury surged once again, washing over his senses. He didn’t know how time passed. 

Willow knew the more she suffered, the more pleased Zayn would be. She didn’t want to give him that 

satisfaction. 

She bit her lip fiercely and gripped the door handle, but she struggled to stand up from the ground. Her legs trembled incessantly as she laboriously picked up the coat that had fallen to the floor. 

After wrapping it around herself, she straightened up and stiffly made her way out of the house. 

The sun was setting. The light gradually faded, but Willow paid it no, heed. There was no light left in her heart long ago: Whether the world outside was bright or dark made no difference to her. 

She just felt guilty toward Kenan. He was the one person she felt she had wronged the most. 

She wanted to be with him and treat him well. But this demon, Zayn, wouldn’t let her go. 

Apart from the coat, all her other clothes had been destroyed by Zayn. It was bitterly cold, and Willow, who was already sensitive to the cold, shivered uncontrollably in just the coat. 

“Willow, come back here!” 

Zayn’s anger flared even more at the sight of Willow running out in just a coat. He even had the urge to kill.