All too late for his love
Chapter 275

Chapter 275

"Watch yourself, Mr. Carter!"

Willow hissed as she tried to shrug off Zayn's vise-like grip. However, it only made him grip her wrist tighter.

"Willow," he breathed, the rage in his voice a culmination of the grief and pain he had experienced in the past month.

As emotions flooded him, he added shakily, "You're still alive."

Willow couldn't care less about the emotions she saw flickering in his eyes.

A small and distant smile curled on her lips as she drawled, "Yes, I'm still alive. You can save your prayer for someone else. Sorry to disappoint you!"

"Willow!"

Zayn saw Willow through a red mist. He looked at her ferociously like he was debating on cutting open her chest to see if she had a heart at all.

Willow was still smiling. She stopped trying to pull away from him.

He was gripping her left wrist, and while her injury had recovered, her nerves were damaged. She couldn't exert the same strength anymore and decided that Zayn was not worth the effort of struggling. Even as her smile widened and grew dazzling, the look in her eyes turned icy.

"Are you holding my wrist so you can drag me to hell yourself, Mr. Carter?

"Sorry, but I have no plans to go to the afterlife right now, so don't bother."

Zayn was already furious about Willow's fake death, but to hear her take shots at him like this pushed him over the edge.

Forgetting that Skyler was still with him, he stepped forward and pinned Willow to the wall.

"Don't flatter yourself, Willow. I wouldn't soil my hands by dragging you to hell."

Willow sneered as if she had already expected his insult.

The old Willow had been burned to death in that fire, and the new Willow had risen from the ashes. She was bulletproof now, and it would take more than words for Zayn to hurt her. "But you won't mind dirtying your hands by touching me like this, Mr. Carter? You must be a masochist," Willow said.

"Willow!"

Zayn growled warningly, letting go of her hand and pinching her jaw roughly.

She always had a knack for getting under his skin.

He had nearly lost himself to grief when he thought she'd died, but it seemed she was not going to give him peace of mind even when she was alive and well, either. However, Zayn would be lying if he said he hadn't hoped she was alive.

Willow was starting to replace this back-and-forth with Zayn rather tiresome. He had become predictable. He would pinch her jaw, strangle her, or roar her name whenever she pissed him off. Bored with his show of violence, she raised a brow at him and smirked.

The look of contempt suited her. With such stunning features, she looked even more like a temptress, albeit an arrogant one.

Willow's lips were slightly parted

from the pressure of Zayn's grip on her jaw. Her red lips looked like rose petals trembling in the breeze, and for a moment, Zayn was entranced.

He missed her.

As though acting on instinct, Zayn leaned forward until his lips were mere inches away from Willow's.

Skyler's face reddened when she saw this. She dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from falling apart and shrieking like a mad woman.

“Zayn!” she cried, the hatred swirling

in her eyes when she saw how close O

Zayn's lips were to brushing against Willow's. She quickly clung onto

Zayn's arm and tried to snap him

back to his senses.

Zayn snapped out of his daze when he heard Skyler's screeching. When he saw how close Willow's lips were to his, he couldn't help cursing.

He vowed not to be ensnared by

Willow's temptress wiles again. She was more scheming than he thought, and he refused to give her the satisfaction of tricking him.