Chapter 1579

Willow wondered why Ian looked like he was about to cry. In Willow's eyes, Ian had always seemed so strong and unshakeable. How could someone like him possibly cry? She figured that it must be the onions irritating his eyes. However… Willow glanced down. He was not even handling onions. Usually, Ian came across as cold, distant, and stern—sometimes even harsh. His harshness never surprised her, but seeing his eyes so red caught her off guard. "Mr. Nightingale, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Willow asked cautiously. "Willow!" Ian stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if he wanted to merge her into his very soul. Willow truly wished that they could just cook dinner in peace. She felt incredibly awkward. "Mr. Nightingale, please let go. I'm still cooking. If you don't release me, the food will burn—" The smell of burning food quickly filled the air. Well, too late now. There went their spicy potato hash browns. "Willow, thank God you're still he