His love

“Yeah. You’re Zayn, not Mr. Dawson.” While speaking, Willow struggled hard to free her hand from Zayn’s 

grip. 

She was no match for his strength in her full health, not to mention when she was hospitalized. It was a 

David and Goliath situation. 

“Mr. Carter, please let go of me!” She grew anxious after failing to free herself. She might have survived, but she knew that time was running out for her. 

She still had unfinished business, including interring Aaron and Nicola in their graves. Their belongings might have been burned to ashes, but she would never allow their coffins to be carelessly discarded on the ground and trampled on. 

Besides, she wanted to return to Bordello and visit Kenan. 

Zayn had wanted to advise her to rest more and stop moving around after she suffered a hemorrhage. However, he could not keep his cool after she triggered him. 

He growled, “You want me to release you so that you could meet with Kenan, right? Willow Sanford, I’ll tell you what, you can’t find him even if you manage to leave!” 

Willow could never locate Kenan without Zayn’s help, as Kenan was kept in Wynn’s lab. However, she misinterpreted his words, thinking that he meant that she could never meet with Kenan because Kenan 

was dead. 

The thought of Kenan’s cold ashes at Bordello caused her to tear up. She insisted, That’s right! I’m looking for Mr. Dawson. I’ll keep searching for him even if I fail. One day, I’ll reunite with him.” 

Feeling weak, she nonetheless struggled to get up from her bed. Due to her hastiness, she clumsily stumbled all the way to the ground 

“Willow!” Zayn instinctively wanted to pull her into her hug, only for her to swat at him aggressively to keep him away. 

“Stay away! You stay away from me. Mr. Carter, please do not show up in front of me again. I’m looking for Mr. Dawson, and no one can stop me! I’ll search for him. He’s still waiting for me…” 

She supported herself by holding onto the wall. Before she could find her balance, pain shot through her body. Zayn had tossed her back onto the bed. 

The bed was plush, yet she felt dizzy after hitting the surface. Enduring the pain in her body, she struggled to get up. This time, she failed. 

“Willow Sanford, you’re mine. Even if I dumped you one day, you shouldn’t dream of dating another man!” Then, he sealed her lips with a kiss. 

Painful memories from Matthew’s failed sexual assault surfaced, causing her to nearly bite her tongue off. 

“Willow, you’re mine! You’re mine!” 

A long time after, he heard her wispy voice. She declared, “Go ahead and force yourself on me, then. If you get your way, I promise I’ll cut my wrist!” 

He froze on top of her. His pupils wavered with pain and anger. He could not believe that she had threatened him with her death just to save herself for Kenan. 

Right. She had narrowly escaped death once. She must have tried to take her own life at Matthew’s place just to save her dignity for Kenan’s sake! 

He seethed at the depth of her love for Kenan, and he strengthened his grip on her wrist. Hatred nearly drove him to snap her neck, but her pale face and bleeding wrist scared him. He was afraid that she might 

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