All too late for his love

A blanket covered Willow and Kenan.

Zayn stood at the door, unable to see the specifics underneath. But he could easily guess it.

Bedmates!

And in the bed Zayn shared with Willow!

What did they do before falling asleep?

Zayn's eyes were momentarily filled with blood and rage. His fists clenched tightly. Was Willow pretending to be chaste and virtuous in front of him?

He felt sorry for her tonight. After she left, he went crazy searching for her! How ridiculous!Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Zayn was the biggest clown in the world!

Zayn wanted to rush over and tear this fickle woman apart. But he didn't want to see their entwined bodies under the blanket.

He could only, stiffly, with rage and resentment, turn around and walk away.

The cold wind blew, clearing a small patch of snow in front of Zayn. It extinguished the last warmth in his heart completely.

Kenan and Willow slept particularly soundly, unaware of this little interruption. Speaking of which, even if Kenan climbed onto the bed, there was nothing impure between him and Willow.

They only occupied separate areas of the bed, each having sweet dreams of their own.

Moreover, Kenan had terrible sleeping habits. Although he took up part of the bed, he rolled onto the floor later in the night. He slept on the ground until dawn.

When Willow woke up in the morning, she saw Kenan sprawled on the floor. His toes slightly curled up as if he were practicing some incredible martial arts.

Willow felt immensely guilty. Kenan had taken care of her all night, yet he ended up on the floor.

Although this apartment had floor heating, sleeping on the floor in the winter was still cold.

Afraid Kenan would catch a cold, she quickly covered him with a blanket.

Stirred by Willow's touch, Kenan woke up. He opened his drowsy eyes. "Willow?"

"Mr. Dawson, if you're still tired, go sleep on the bed. The floor is too cold, you'll easily catch a cold sleeping there."

Only then did Kenan realize he was indeed lying on the floor.

However, sleeping on the floor wasn't that bad. As long as he was with Willow, he felt everything was sweet.

"Willow, I'm fine. I'm healthy as a horse. I won't catch a cold even if I sleep on ice! Ah... Ahchoo!"

Willow remained silent. Didn't he say he wouldn't catch a cold?

Kenan realized he had exaggerated a bit, and felt a tad embarrassed. "Willow, this was an acadent Yes, an accident. Please wait, I'll wash my face and make you something delicious!"

Willow didn't get to eat the delicious food that Kenan would cook for her. She had just finished washing up Επ when she received some bad

news.

Nicola was in trouble!

Nicola had committed murder and was now locked up in Blackstorm Prison.

Hearing the name Blackstorm Prison, Willow's blood ran cold.

Blackstorm Prison was the darkest place in all of Havenpoint. No matter how much society preached fairness and justice, sunlight never reached there.