His love

“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?” 

Willow had never flirted with lan, nor did she want to. But having to justify herself to Zayn felt draining. 

With a cold yet strikingly alluring smile, she stated, “Mr. Carter, who do you think you are? Who I flirt with is none of your business! Let me go! I want nothing to do with you from this moment forward–neither in 

life nor death!” 

Her words instantly transported Zayn back to a haunting memory from just a month ago when he had believed she perished in a fire. He was engulfed by excruciating heartache as he cradled the charred remains. That moment had shattered his already fragile hold on sanity. 

Zayn stared at Willow’s trembling lips with bloodshot eyes. A whirlwind of emotions–longing, pain, hatred, jealousy–stormed through him. 

“Mr. Carter, keep yourself in check!” Willow exclaimed. 

Her face turned ghostly white when she sensed Zayn spiraling into madness. 

They were outside the kindergarten–a place bustling with activity as people came and went. Aaron had been brought to the school gate by his teacher, waiting for his parents to pick him up. Willow worried about the humiliation she would face if anyone saw how Zayn treated her in the car. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Fortunately, Zayn’s car windows were heavily tinted. While they could see everything outside just fine, no 

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one outside could observe them inside. Still, Willow couldn’t shake the feeling that people stared at her as they passed. 

“Mr. Carter, Aaron is coming out! Get your hands off me!” 

Zayn froze at the mention of Aaron. Instinctively, he turned his gaze toward the kindergarten gate. He saw a group of children, escorted by their teachers, energetically filing out in a neat line. However, while the other children bounced with energy, Aaron was limping.