His love

“Willow Sanford!” Matthew ground his teeth in a fury. Still, he caved in and stopped the car. This was his first time bowing down to a woman. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Once the car rolled to a stop, Willow opened the door wider and hopped off in a great hurry. As her legs felt wobbly, she curved her knees when she jumped, causing her to nearly fall face–down on the ground. She had to grab the door to support herself. Matthew swiftly left the car and rushed over to hold her arm. 

“Mr. Mayer, don’t touch me!” She stared at him vigilantly, even taking a step back. She had wanted to distance herself further, but she could not move as he was grabbing her arm too hard. 

He examined her sternly. She could be infuriating sometimes, but he still worried for her health. Given her current state, he feared she might not make it home. 

Hence, he gave in again. “Alright, Willow. I won’t take you to the hospital. I’ll send you home.” 

She quickly looked up with visible shock in her twinkling eyes. She could not believe his kind offer to send her home. 

If he was being serious, that’d be perfect. It was difficult to get a cab in that alley, and it’d take her forever to walk to Bordello, given her feeble state. 

“I’ll have to trouble you then, Mr. Mayer.” She did not turn down his offer. Instead, she freed himself from her grip and entered his car. 

He noticed her grimace whenever he sped up. So, he slowed down. As the Lamborghini cruised down the street, Willow looked out of the car window and did not feel dizzy anymore. 

When they arrived at Bordello, Matthew not only wanted to see her to her place and even harbored a greedy wish to hang around. However, she was wary of him. Like a defensive animal, she had her defenses up, and he had no way to break through. 

Feeling disappointed and helpless, he did not force her against her will. He had plenty of time, and he believed he’d get what he wanted one day. There was no need to rush it. 

The doors of Bordello were tightly shut, looking the same as when she left home. Still, she noticed a difference when she stepped foot in the place–the urn she carefully placed on the table had been shattered. 

The urn could not have rolled off the table on its own. Someone must have broken in and shamelessly destroyed Kenan’s urn. 

Apart from herself, only Zayn held the keys to the apartment, which wasn’t a surprise because he owned the property. 

The doors had been destroyed once, but the lock cylinder was intact. She did not change the lock cylinder because she couldn’t be bothered to get new keys. Hence, Zayn could still access the apartment. 

Zayn did not have a habit of carrying the keys with him, as he never considered Bordello his home. She 

couldn’t believe that his keys were finally put to use for such a despicable purpose. 

She assumed he had given Skyler his keys, and Skyler broke into the apartment to destroy Kenan’s urn. 

The premium wood used for the urn was broken into pieces. Ashes scattered all across the floor. Staring at the mess, she could easily picture the huge impact sustained by Kenan’s urn when she wasn’t around. Not only that, she found wet spit on the ashes, which disgusted her.