His love

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Willow wasn’t only hurt in her hand. Ian noticed the uneven patches of skin and scabs on her wrist- evidence of her failed attempt at slitting her wrist. 

How much despair had she experienced to drive her to take her own life? lan’s regrets deepened. He regretted not meeting her earlier in life and protecting her from the vicissitudes of life. 

Willow stared down at the stump where her pinky finger used to be. She replied nonchalantly. “It’s all in the past.” 

Then, she said, “Mr. Nightingale, thanks for tending to my wounds. My hands are certainly not in the best shape to do it myself.” 

She and lan were not close, not to mention there were grudges between them. She wasn’t ready to share 

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Since the injury on her left hand had been tended to, she thought it was time for lan to leave. However, he grabbed her ankle this time. She couldn’t find her socks in Zayn’s bedroom that morning and went around 

barefooted. 

Willow felt uneasy when a grown man held her by the ankle. “Mr. Nightingale, please let go of me!” 

At the same time, Eric covered his face in embarrassment, thinking, “Boss, you’re shameless! It’s one thing to dress her wounds. Why would you grab her by the ankle? That’s so kinky and twisted! How lustful 

of you!” 

“Willow, you have a sprained ankle, lan explained. 

lan’s attentiveness took her by surprise–he noticed an issue with her ankle, which was badly swollen by now. The sight of her poor ankle sent chills through her body. 

Despite that, she didn’t want his help to treat her ankle. She mustered all her energy to withdraw her foot, but he gripped her ankle tightly. 

“Mr. Nightingale, my ankle is fine. Thanks for dressing my wounds. I’m feeling much better now. Please go 

home.” 

“Willow, I’ll massage your ankle for you,” he insisted in a gentle yet charmingly assertive tone. 

Since Willow did not seem cooperative, he added in a rare move, “Willow, just see me as your doctor for 

now.” 

She froze. If she were at a doctor’s office, the doctor–male or female–would do the same, massaging her ankle and applying medicine 

Not wanting to seem petty, she decided not to argue against lan’s reasoning. 

Once she relented, lan unbottled the medicinal ointment and applied it to her ankle, massaging it like a professional. 

lan, a smart guy, had never formally learned massage techniques but had picked them up as a child by 

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observing Moses massaging his patients. He replicated Moses‘ methods skillfully. 

Eric watched, baffled and surprised. He couldn’t reconcile the gentleman massaging Willow’s ankle with his bloodthirsty boss. At this moment, lan was just an irresistible womanizer. 

Feeling conflicted, Eric realized he might need to gain Willow’s favor for his own benefit. Who knew if she might one day become Mrs. Nightingale? 

Initially, Willow felt uncomfortable with lan massaging her ankle. However, his professionalism soon put her at ease, and she gradually perceived him as a doctor..