Chapter 1732

Zayn exaggeratedly cleared his throat, and finally, Willow's gaze shifted to him. "Mr. Carter, what are you doing here?" she asked. Seeing that Zayn's hands were wrapped in thick bandages, Willow immediately felt sympathy. "Mr. Carter, are your injuries any better?" She stared at the bandages on his hands in surprise. It seemed that last night, she hadn't realized he was injured. She wondered if she had missed it. Noticing Willow's constant focus on his hands, Zayn grew somewhat uncomfortable. The truth was his hands weren't actually injured. However, if he didn't act like his hands were seriously hurt, how would he get Willow to feed him, give him water, or even help him bathe? The more he thought about the benefits of faking the injury, the less discomfort he felt. He didn't care about maintaining his dignity. When he stopped worrying about his shame, he became unstoppable! He would never find a wife if he cared too much about his pride. The more Zayn thought about it, the