All too late for his love

Willow urged, "Mr. Nightingale, I really need to take a shower. Please leave.

"It's good to be upfront with each other. We are not from the same world, and we're not a good match, Goodbye, Mr. Nightingale!"

The door was wide open. Since lan remained unresponsive, she repeated her action of holding the door, hinting at him to leave. However, lan seemed to have planted himself firmly on the floor. He did not budge at all.

Concerned, Willow knew she was too weak to forcefully remove him. She turned around furiously and retreated to her bedroom so that she did not have to engage in a staring war with him even if he refused to leave.

"Willow!" lan grabbed her wrist. His tone was filled with concern and pain, which was unfamiliar to her. You're injured!"

"Mr. Nightingale, I'm totally fine. I'll take care of the injuries." She tried to remove her hand, but he did not plan to let her go. Forcing her to take a seat on the couch, he offered, "I'll dress your wounds."

After that, lan made a call to Eric. Eric was highly efficient. Within ten minutes, he delivered a tube of medicinal cream, along with the antiseptic solution, cotton swabs, gauze, medicated ointment, and more.

As lan grew up under Moses's care, he knew a thing or two about applying treatment. Dressing Willow's wounds was a piece of cake for him.

First, he worked on the wound on the back of her right hand. Zayn had applied some ointment to the wound earlier, but it still looked terrifying.

Frowning, lan carefully dabbed the cotton swab in the medicated ointment before applying it to her wound. Willow did not want lan's help, but she was too exhausted to fight back against his stubbornness.

She let him be.

Meanwhile, Eric's jaw dropped to the fall. He stared in shock at lan, feeling his perception of lan shifting. Ian, who was gently tending to a woman's wound, resembled nothing like the ruthless leader he used to be.

How interesting!

Eric stood hesitantly in the living room, debating between leaving or staying. In the end, he broke out in cold sweat, shifting uncomfortably at the unusual behavior of his boss.

After lan was done dressing the wound on Willow's right hand, he reached out for her left hand. The bandage on her left hand, soaked in blood, should be discarded.

He knew removing the bandage would hurt because the cloth clung to their skin from the blood. Despite that, she did not utter a word when he removed the bandage, but she turned pale from the pain.

lan felt sorry when he noticed Willow silently enduring the pain. She was ΟΠΙ

just an ordinary woman who must NO haye been afraid of pain. How many challenges had she suffered through to develop such a high

tolerance for pain?

Besides, the injury on her left hand om was worse than what he had, imagined. Her skin was a bloodied mess, resembling nothing like what it looked like before.

The already-healed stump of her pinky finger started bleeding again. Knowing the touch sensitivity of human fingers, he could only imagine how much pain she was in.

For the first time in his life, lan teared up for a woman. He tightened his grip on her wrist. "Willow, how did you lose your pinky finger?"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.