Chapter 335


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    Willow couldn’t help but tear up when she recalled hown had instructed Duncan to


    torture and assault herst 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?”


    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.


    Ayer of frost lined her wind–caressed cheeks. Her pale <b>and </b>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 <b>proof </b>of violent strangtion.


    He furrowed his brows at the jarring sight of the scary red marks. His frown deepened when he noticed


    the deep scratch–about the length of a thumb–on the back of her right hand.


    He had wanted to reach out to examine the injury on the back of her hand when his attention was drawn


    to her bandaged left hand. Blood continued seeping out of the gauze, and to his astonishment, he noticed<b>. </b>the missing pinky finger on her left hand.


    Eyes wavering, he approached her for a better look at her left hand, only for her to back off. “Mr. Nightingale, could you please step aside?” Staring at her feet, she struggled to conceal her


    embarrassment.


    *Please make way so I can open the door and get you your jacket.”


    After he stepped aside, Willow clutched the key and limped to the door. Last night, she twisted her ankle


    when Matthew shoved her. Despite the pain, she stood straight and tall.


    Knowing thatn looked down on her, she knew <b>she’d </b>only disgust him by acting deferential. She wanted to defend her dignity and refused to be perceived as inferior <b>and </b>filthy.


    Due to the agonizing pain, she struggled to open the door. After clumsily opening the door, she headed to the couch. She had wanted to grabn’s suit and jacket from him, but she refrained from <b>doing </b>so since


    he had entered the room with her.


    Her hands were slightly dirty, and she wouldn’t want to soil his jacket. Ian did not take his jacket. Instead, his eyes were glued to Willow’s face, never once looking away.


    <i>She</i>


    softly reminded him, “Mr. Nightingale, your jacket is on the couch.”C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.


    Sincen refused to move, she wiped down her less–injured right hand with a wet napkin and carefully