All too late for his love

Willow's wound had been tended to, and the bleeding had stopped. However, Zayn unknowingly caused her wound to bleed again during the wrestle.

He thought spitefully, "Serves her right for sleeping around like the whore she is! She deserves to bleed to death!"

Grinding his teeth in rage, he nonetheless could not watch as she bled. Despite his disgust, resentment, and disdain toward her, his heart ached at her suffering.

"Willow, you-" Angered by her frequent injuries, he had tried to threaten her, but he was soft toward her at the end of the day. His feelings of concern and empathy trumped everything else.

Getting up angrily, he tried to find some medication to treat her wound with. It was then he noticed the huge shopping bag by the couch. The bag was filled with all sorts of medication, and the pack of gauze had been opened.

Zayn instinctively glanced at her left hand-it was recently bandaged. Assuming it was lan who helped her, he realized that lan could not have slept with her.

It wasn't that long since Willow left his place for her apartment. Moreover, it would take lan some time to dress her wounds. The two couldn't possibly have time for sex.

In a fit of anger, Zayn momentarily forgot about Eric's presence. Even if Willow and lan were shameless, they couldn't have gone at it in front of Eric.

The realization that Willow hadn't slept with lan filled Zayn with elation. However, he immediately felt frustration when he imagined lan gently applying the ointment to her wound.

He had the urge to pin her in his arms and threaten her not to get her wounds dressed by other men. He wanted to have the sole privilege of doing that to her.

On n second thought, he realized that was a dumb statement, as medical professionals should be allowed to tend to her injuries as well. Knowing Willow's character, she would heartlessly taunt and laugh at him for his immature remarks. He was not going to give her that opportunity.

Once Zayn released Willow, she sat up and tried to leave the couch to distance herself from him. He was about to get some ointment for her wound, but his expression fell when she tried to get up.

He warned her, "You aren't allowed to move around! Just stay still!'

She shot him an incredulous look. Did he really ask her to stay put?

Of course, she wasn't going to linger around and give him a chance to force himself on her. That wasn't her kink.

"Mr. Carter, I assume you're done with your tantrums. You're not welcome here, and you may leave now." Standing straight and tall, she made her stance clear.

He paused in the middle of reaching out for the medicine bottle, thinking, "This ungrateful woman is trying to throw me out again! What for?

"Is it so that she could welcome another man? If so, she's delusional!"

He barked at her, "Willow Sanford, come here!"

He nearly acted on his rage when he saw her getting off the couch and heading to her bedroom. He wondered why she held him in such contempt, avoiding him like the plague yet eagerly throwing herself at

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She declared, "Mr. Carter, I'll repeat myself once more. I'll return them money to you Now, please get out of my sight forever!"

Did she order him to get lost forever?

Frowning, he rose from the couch and approached her to apply then medicine to her wound. However, she frantically stumbled backward as she thought he might go nuts again.

While retreating, she accidentally twisted her already sprained ankle. She fell onto the ground after losing her balance.