Chapter 1447

The notebook was thread-bound with a cover design in classical Marleyan style. Ian had seen the notebooks the old Willow used to carry. During her hospital stay, he had even helped deliver several similar ones to her. Since this notebook looked exactly like the kind his beloved used to favor, he could not help but stare at it. The window in Willow's room was open. As a breeze lifted the notebook's cover, he could smell a faint floral scent. Willow had a habit of pressing flowers between the pages, creating a delicate fragrance that would soothe anyone's mind. This familiar scent made Ian's eyes sting with emotion. He could not help but reach for the notebook. "Mr. Nightingale, give that back. It's my diary!" Willow had a habit of keeping a diary where she wrote her private thoughts. She definitely did not want Ian reading it, so she rushed to grab it back. Although Willow moved quickly, Ian still managed to flip it open. He caught a glimpse of her elegant handwriting in that