Chapter 15

Willow thought that Zayn was going to assault her after he threw her onto the bed. Unexpectedly, he led her to Velvet Noir instead. There were other people in the private room as well—John Lowe was one of them. Although John was a regular at Velvet Noir who had frequently interacted with numerous women there, he had never encountered someone as exquisitely beautiful as Willow. As his gaze met her naturally alluring face, his eyes immediately flashed with a wolf-like, predatory gleam. Willow's stomach still felt like it was being ravaged by pain, making her completely uninterested in socializing. She struggled to brace herself against the wall, stumbling and staggering as she made her way out of the room. "Willow, you can go ahead and leave! Once you step out of this room, I assure you that bastard won't live to see another day!" Zayn's threat sent a shiver down Willow's spine, paralyzing her legs in place. He always knew how to exploit her Achilles' heel, leaving her completely defenseless. When she settled back into her seat, John eagerly plied Willow with one drink after another. Her stomach was already in a fragile state and highly sensitive to any irritants. She initially didn't want to drink any of it, but the looming threat of Zayn's words forced her to down one shot after another. "Mr. Carter, this young lady…" After three rounds of drinks, John's actions toward Willow grew increasingly bold. It was evident that he was eager to escort her back to the hotel while she was lost in a drunken stupor. Zayn's gaze swept over Willow without a trace of emotion. Afterward, a sardonic smile spread across his face, but his eyes remained cold and unforgiving. "She's just a promiscuous woman, do as you please!" A wave of joy surged through John's heart! When Zayn brought Willow over, he was worried that she was the woman Zayn had his eye on, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. However, now that Zayn had given him the green light, he could finally let loose and follow his instincts. Willow's face was ashen, drained of all color. Zayn actually told John to do as he pleased. Zayn demonstrated remarkable consideration by taking her to such a wretched place! She stared blankly at the man before her, who was becoming increasingly unfamiliar. Although he still looked as striking as he had been four years ago, she was overcome by a sense of unfamiliarity. She had been in denial for ages, but now, she had to face the facts. He had long ceased to be the Zayn she once knew. The Zayn who had spoiled her rotten, and who had cherished her beyond measure was no longer there, existing only in the faded memories of her eighteen-year-old self. Willow gently turned her head to the side, her gaze drawn to the hand resting on her shoulder. A delicate smile blossomed on her lips, her eyes radiating an enchanting allure, her beauty captivating all who beheld her. It turned out that Zayn thought of her as nothing more than a fickle and promiscuous woman. Back then, she had risked her life to protect her chastity for him, even fighting to the death against Louis. In return, she had endured four years of living hell. Yet, in his eyes, she was nothing more than a promiscuous woman! She should have seen it coming, yet she had clung to the illusion that her beloved Zayn would never treat her with such disregard. Since he claimed she was promiscuous, she decided to fully live up to that label! She delicately held John's hand and whispered seductively, "Sir, this isn't quite the place for this. Shall we get a room instead?" Suddenly, a crisp, crushing sound resounded in the room. Zayn's grip tightened around the stem of the wine glass, crushing it in his grasp. Glass shards tore into his palm, causing blood to flow from his wounds. Yet, he remained completely oblivious to the pain. Although he had intended to humiliate Willow that evening, he didn't expect her to be in her element, leaving him feeling thoroughly frustrated! As soon as he caught sight of Willow's breathtaking smile, John was instantly enamored. Her daring gesture of approaching him and initiating such intimate contact sent a surge of excitement through his body, leaving him utterly unaware of Zayn's peculiar behavior. He stuttered as his plump face trembled with every word, "A-alright! Let's go right now! My dear, you're so beautiful, I'll give you everything you want! I'll even give you my life!" In a surge of excitement, John wrapped his arms around Willow and leaned in for a kiss.