Chapter 340

After some massaging, the pain in Willow's ankle seemed to have lessened. The cooling sensation of the medicinal ointment felt comfortable. The physical contact with the opposite sex did not tempt Ian. It wasn't that Willow was unattractive to him. On the contrary, she was the only woman he ever felt attracted to. However, his desire for her was eclipsed by the anguish he felt. His heart ached upon seeing the injuries across her body, and his soul was thrust into deep pain. Her calm demeanor brought to mind a fortune teller's prophecy from his childhood. He had been told he would lead a life of boundless wealth. Only after meeting Willow did he realize that, despite his arrogance from his privileged background, he would one day willingly sacrifice everything for a woman. He reluctantly released her ankle and asked her in a low voice, "Willow, how are you feeling?" "I'm feeling much better. Thank you, Mr. Nightingale." She stood up, steadying herself on the couch. "I'm sorry for ta