All too late for his love

"Willow!" Zayn hadn't expected Willow to collapse to the ground. He hurried over and carried her in his arms. It was at that moment he noticed the awful swelling on her ankle.

Despite her best attempts at enduring the pain, her eyes reddened from the agony. Zayn, who had treated her coldly, finally caved in at the sight of her reddened eyes, swollen ankle, and the horrific wound on the back of her hand.

She might be vile, selfish, and shameless. But at that moment, she was just a patient.

He repeatedly convinced himself that he only lent her a hand because he couldn't stand the sight of an injured, pitiful-looking woman. And it was not because he truly cared for her.

"Mr. Carter, let go of me!" She immediately tried to free herself. She made a terrible mistake last night, and she would never carelessly sleep with him again.

"Willow, I will teach you a lesson if you keep getting yourself injured!" he threatened.

She thought he was about to force himself on her when he tossed her onto the couch. To her surprise, he grabbed some lodine solution from the shopping bag to disinfect her wound. After that, he found some medicine to stop her bleeding, which he carefully applied to her wound with a cotton swab.

"Mr. Carter, you don't have to do this. I can deal with the wound myself," she said to him coldly, refusing to accept his help.

"Do you think you could dress your wound with that badly injured left hand of yours?" He took her hand and continued applying the medicine to her wound.

After dressing her wound, he did not seem ready to leave. Just as she was about to make him leave, he suddenly said in an awkward manner, "Willow, you haven't had breakfast, have you?"

She was momentarily caught off guard by the jump in his logic. Why would he ask that question? Was he trying to have breakfast with her? Hell not His expression soured when he did not get a reply. Still, considering she was injured, he asked, "Willow, you're hungry, aren't you?"

"I'm not!" After some pause, she added, "Mr. Carter, please go out for breakfast if you're hungry. I'm not going to make breakfast for you

"Willow Sanford, you're hungry." Staring squarely at Willow, Zayn suddenly said to her, "Well, it's time to eat."

She finally saw the wooden food container in his hand. The juxtaposition of the handsome, aloof man and the tiny wooden food container appeared oddly funny. She could not figure out his intentions. Whatever it was, she couldn't care less about it. "I thought I made myself very clear. I'm not hungry. You're not welcome here, so please leave!"

While speaking, she arrogantly lifted her chin. Unfortunately, her stomach growled uncooperatively.

shattering her proud persona.

She felt embarrassed by the familiar growling sounds. Meanwhile, Zayn's tense lips softened into a smile.

He made no remark, but he was clearly gleeful to have caught her in a lie-she was indeed hungry!

Willow wanted to dig a hole and hide out of shame.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Zayn opened the food container and laid out the food on the coffee table in her living room. He made a soup and four different dishes-baked fish with creamy lemon sauce, stir-fried cucumber, and buffalo wings-her favorite foods from the honeymoon phase of their relationship.