Chapter 295
“Let me go!” Willow exclaimed, looking up to find herself mere Inches from Zayn’s furious, handsome face.
The absurdity of the situation brought a sense of amusement to her. She had been forcefully pulled into the car and pinned down. Logically, she should have been the one seething with anger. Instead, Zayn looked inexplicably livid.
“Willow, do you find it amusing to toy with me?‘ Zayn snapped.
“Mr. Carter, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about!” Willow protested, pushing against him with all her might.
But he remained unmoved, as solid as a statue.
“Willow, it wasn’t you who died a month ago!”
Anger flickered in Zayn’s eyes like flames.
“Does pretending to be dead just to deceive me bring you joy? Do you enjoy making a fool of me?”
“Mr. Carter, you’re being completely unreasonable!” Willow retorted, too frustrated to continue the
conversation.
She struggled against his hold, attempting to break free, but Zayn tightened his grip, pinning her wrists and immobilizing her.
“You faked your death, tormenting me with thoughts of you, all while you were flirting with Mr. Nightingale. How can you be so ‘impressive, Willow?”
Her face turned ghostly white when she sensed Zayn spiraling into madness.
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