His love

Zayn landed a powerful punch on Matthew’s face. In the next instant, he pressed Matthew against the nearby table. “Who gave you the right to touch her?” 

Zayn’s eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a wild beast that was encroached upon. He clenched his fists and landed another blow on Matthew’s face. “Answer me! Who gave you the right to touch her?” 

Matthew’s face remained cold. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and stood gracefully. 

“She’s my lover. I’ll touch her if I want. What does it have to do with you, Mr. Carter?” 

Lover? Zayn’s eyes burned even redder. Such a bright color yet filled with chilling desolation. 

He wondered when Willow had become Matthew’s lover again. Right, she was always fickle. Being Matthew’s lover wasn’t surprising. 

As Zayn was about to look away from Willow’s face, he noticed a small puddle of blood by the wooden bed. He stared at that small patch of blood, almost trying to bore a hole through it with his gaze. 

Zayn felt that Willow was utterly shameless. She was dirty and cheap, yet she insisted on pretending to be innocent. How could she be so disgusting? 

It was absurd that he was so frantic over her. He mobilized all his resources to scour the entire city and even enlisted the help of Theodore just to locate her possibly destroyed phone. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He did all that for her, but she wasn’t even in danger. Instead, she was here with her sugar daddy. Zayn knew that this place was right next to Matthew’s villa. 

“Disgusting!” he thought. Zayn’s eyes grew redder and redder as if the small patch of blood by the bed had stained his eyes. 

His gaze shifted slowly from that small patch of blood to Willow’s face. His voice dripped with scom as he said, “You’re quite something. Willow.” 

Willow knew Zayn must have misunderstood her relationship with Matthew again. Indeed, her action with Matthew just now could easily lead to misunderstandings. But she had done nothing wrong, and her 

conscience was clear. 

In the past, Willow might have explained to Zayn, but it wasn’t necessary now. She believed that those who had faith in her would trust her implicitly without requiring explanations. However, those who didn’t trust her would doubt her, regardless of how hard she tried to explain. 

Zayn fell into the latter category, so she didn’t want to waste her time explaining to him. 

Willow grabbed her coat and roughly threw it over herself. Expressionlessly, she said, “Mr. Carter, think whatever you like. It has nothing to do with me.” 

Nothing to do with her? Was she serious? 

Zayn was already on the verge of exploding. Hearing her clearly delineate the boundaries between them 

only made him want to strangle her even more. He stepped forward and was ready to grab her neck roughly to tell her that there was no way for her to 

cut ties with him.