His love

“Willow!” 

She stopped in her tracks. “Mr. Mayer, is there anything else?” 

“You said you were dying soon. What did you mean?” Matthew was hesitant to show concern to Willow, but he was distressed by her words and blurted out his question at the end. 

Willow would have explained everything to the old Matthew, but she had nothing to say to him now. She flashed him a faint grin. “Mr. Mayer, that’s a private matter. Don’t worry about it.” 

Matthew had come to Willow with a heart heavy, full of remorse and tenderness. Yet, he was angered by her eagerness to draw a line between them. 

His temper was terrible, to begin with, and he struggled to contain his emotions at the moment. He took a step f 

forward and harshly grabbed her wrist. “Willow Sanford, explain yourself!” 

He had unknowingly grabbed the wrist that she had slit. Though the wound was stitched and bandaged, she felt uncomfortable in his forceful grip. 

She inhaled sharply, and her face paled due to the pain. The color started draining from her slightly rosier lips as they trembled. She reached out to pry away his hand, but she failed. 

“Mr. Mayer, please let go of me!” Her struggle intensified the pain in her wrist. Matthew finally noticed something was amiss. He hurriedly lowered his gaze and was shocked to find that he had been grasping her injured wrist. 

After letting go of her wrist awkwardly, he was at a loss for words. 

Willow had wanted to slip away when he fell into a daze, but she could not endure the great pain in her body. Perhaps she suffered from mobility issues in the last two days of her life with late–stage cancer. 

She could not even keep herself upright. All she wanted to do was to collapse onto the ground and never stand up again. 

“Willow, I’ll make it up to you for what happened this time,” Matthew offered. 

He was about to suggest that she become his mistress in exchange for more material rewards, but she Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

spoke in an airy voice. 

“Mr. Mayer, sing “Little Star‘ for Aaron if you want to make it up to me. We’re even if you do.” 

Kenan had once sung “Little Star by Aaron’s grave through the night, and Willow believed that he made Aaron very happy. 

Still, Aaron cared more about Matthew compared to Kenan. To Aaron, Matthew was a father figure. Willow believed that her son could only rest in peace if Matthew sang the nursery rhyme for him once 

more. 

“Are you seriously making me sing for that kid?” Matthew put on a wild look of disbelief. “Willow, I never sing! And I’ll never sing for someone else!” 

Willow did not feel too disappointed, as she had anticipated his refusal. After all, she had begged him to sing Aaron “Little Star” to no avail in the past. Why would he agree now? 

Holding back her tears, she put on a self–deprecating smile. “Mr. Mayer, it’s fine if you don’t want to It’s a tough ask from me anyway. 

sing. 

“If possible, Mr. Mayer, could you visit Aaron from time to time after I’m gone? Well, it’s okay if you refuse.” 

“Willow, explain it to me!” He blocked her path as she started walking away. “You keep telling me that you’re dying, but why? Willow, what are you hiding from me?” 

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