Chapter 265

However, for some reason, she didn't feel the same anger and frustration as she had when she first saw the portrait of Abigail. Instead, the words that Aiden had said two days ago quickly flashed in her mind. "Why I kept that portrait, why I've been sneaking out these two days, you'll know why tomorrow, or the day after at latest. But it's absolutely not what you're thinking; I don't like Abigail at all." She was surrounded by a clamor of voices, and in front of her was Abigail's proud, condescending, smirking face. But somehow, Willow's cheeks couldn't help but turn red. In her mind, all she could think of was the scene of the man cornering her against the stone railing under the scorching sun, trapping her tightly in his embrace. And the clumsy, immature, yet so passionate kiss that she dared not recall these past few days. Willow slapped her face lightly, forcing herself to expel this image from her mind. Honestly, what was she thinking at this time? She was spacing out, thinking ab