His love

Zayn’s fist landed square on Duncan’s face, knocking a tooth right out of his mouth and sending it skidding across the floor. Duncan clutched his bleeding mouth, his chubby cheeks twisting in agony. 

Before he could even think about recovering, Zayn’s foot slammed into his chest, stealing the air from his lungs. Struggling to breathe, Duncan finally managed to choke out, “Mr. Carter, I… I quit…” 

With a thunderous crash, Zayn slammed Duncan to the ground and then delivered a vicious kick to his 

most sensitive area. 

The pain was too much, and Duncan passed out. As consciousness slipped away, Duncan, the aging playboy, couldn’t shake the feeling that this might just be the end of the line for him. 

Zayn took Willow straight back to his villa. Even though he had beaten up Duncan, the mere notion of Willow eagerly entertaining another man on a date ignited a firestorm of rage within him. 

He was itching to teach this clueless woman a lesson. Yet, as he witnessed the blood still oozing from the wound on her hand, his heart wavered with conflicting emotions. 

In the end, he begrudgingly fetched some ointment and carefully tended to her injury. 

“Willow, from now on, you’re not allowed to go on dates with other men anymore!” his voice rang out with 

a firmness that brooked no argument. 

After applying the ointment, Zayn turned around and noticed that the buttons on her coat were undone. Her porcelain–like face was flushed an unnatural shade of red. 

With her naturally alluring features enhanced by the enticing flush on her cheeks and the misty allure in her eyes, she exuded the aura of a seductive enchantress. 

The thought of Duncan, that repulsive old man, catching sight of Willow’s captivating appearance if he had arrived any later fueled Zayn’s already blazing temper. 

“Willow, if you ever dare to go on another date with another man, I’ll break your legs!” His words carried a menacing undertone. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Willow’s consciousness was completely muddled, so she shrugged off the heavy coat. Even the light, white dress beneath it was too constricting. 

“Willow!” 

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her urgently. Willow’s butterfly–like eyelashes fluttered gently as she slowly opened her eyes. 

Her mind was still foggy, her reactions sluggish. Seeing the handsome face in front of her, she felt like she was dreaming. 

She was seething with anger. Despite her efforts to convince herself she couldn’t love Zayn anymore, still invaded her dreams. She couldn’t afford to dream of him, let alone entertain the idea of loving him. 

again. 

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She closed her eyes and repeated to herself like a mantra, “Zayn, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t love 

you anymore…” 

He had hurt her too many times, and loving him had become the cruelest joke. She refused to be the 

punchline. 

“Willow, what did you say? Say it again!” Zayn’s intense gaze bore into Willow’s enchanting face, his words slicing through the tension. 

“Willow, who do you love?!”