His love

“Who does she love?” Willow wondered. She felt completely lost. 

It seemed like Zayn was the only person she had ever truly loved. But Zayn had abandoned their son, Aaron, killed the baby she was carrying and even tried to end her life. 

Now, she had no idea who she loved anymore. All she knew was that she no longer loved Zayn. She couldn’t love him, didn’t dare to love him, and didn’t want to love him. 

“Zayn, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t love you anymore…” Willow repeated as if she were lost in a 

trance. 

Zayn could sense something was wrong. A feeling was gnawing at him, telling him she wasn’t herself. He couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of her vulnerability. 

But her repeated declaration pierced through him like a knife, awakening a fury inside him that he could barely contain. Each utterance of her rejection stoked the flames of his anger. 

“Willow, I forbid you to stop loving me!” he exclaimed. 

Zayn grabbed Willow’s shoulders tightly. His eyes quickly turned a terrifying shade of red, reflecting the most violent of emotions. 

Yet, Willow was oblivious to his anger and continued murmuring, “Zayn, I don’t love you anymore…” 

“Willow, how dare you!” With his anger boiling over, Zayn could no longer contain the tempest of emotions swirling within him. 

“Boss, Duncan took care of it,” Eric reported to lan about the situation with the shameless woman. 

“Alright,” lan responded calmly while elegantly flipping through the documents in front of him. 

Despite his curiosity about how badly Duncan had treated the woman, Eric knew better than to indulge in gossip with lan, who detested such idle chatter. Still, he couldn’t hold back his curiosity and wanted to 

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Just as he was about to dial Duncan’s number, lan’s phone began ringing urgently. 

Glancing at the caller ID, lan saw it was his grandfather, Moses. He hesitated briefly. He wasn’t eager to take the call, but out of respect for his grandfather, he reluctantly answered. 

“Grandpa, what is it?” 

“lan, have you arrived yet? Don’t keep the young lady waiting for your first meeting! You’ve met her by now, right? I wasn’t lying: Ms. Sanford is a rare gem!” 

Despite the abundance of Sanfords in the world, lan had never linked this shameless Ms. Sanford with Willow. He was on the verge of telling Moses he wouldn’t entertain the blind date and cautioning him about the woman’s true intentions when a child’s innocent voice broke through the line. 

“Mr. Quayle, Mommy’s going on a date? Who’s she meeting? I’m so curious!” 

lan’s grip on the phone tightened, his body tensing. That voice–it was unmistakable. It was Aaron, 

Willow’s son. 

Aaron’s mom… Sanford… Could it be that Moses was setting him up with Willow? 

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