Chapter 335

Ian was clad in the same outfit from yesterday. His bloodshot eyes suggested a sleepless night. Willow couldn't help but tear up when she recalled how Ian had instructed Duncan to torture and assault her last night. What happened to his trust in her and his remark about her having the purest soul in the world? Taking a step back, she tried to address him calmly, "Mr. Nightingale, are you here to retrieve your jacket?" Ian silently observed her face. Life was intriguing. Women whom he had known for years did not manage to make his heart flutter. Yet, Willow left a strong impression on him after he took a glimpse of her. He could never forget about her in this life, and he wouldn't want to either. Her face was extremely pale. A layer of frost lined her wind-caressed cheeks. Her pale and tiny face made her appear more vulnerable, as if she'd fall apart if he held her. His gaze traveled from her face to her neck. The obvious red marks on her neck were proof of violent strangulati