Chapter 284
Chapter 284
A thrill of joy shot through Willow, though she kept her expression perfectly composed.
Willow nodded gently, her eyes red–rimmed as she gazed at Eloise. “Mother, you’ve worried yourself sick over my affairs. Even if I devoted my whole life to serving you, I could never repay your kindness p>
Eloise’s heart ached as she looked at her ever–considerate daughter, Willow.
Willow had been sensible since she was little. If it weren’t for her company, Eloise truly wouldn’t know how to get through these days.
Before long, both Henry and Nicolas arrived.
Clearly, they’d come to back Willow up.
After they sat down, Henry turned to Nicolas and said, “You and Michael grew up together, so he actually listens to you. Make sure you have a proper talk with him later, alright p>
Not long ago, the two came to blows, and Henry was enraged.
Thankfully, after the fight, the two made up and held no grudges against each other. Only then did Henry finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Nicolas frowned deeply and nodded. “Understood, Father p>
Just then, footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard.
The butler entered, leading Michael and his mother into the courtyard.
Willow’s face instantly brightened at the sight of Michael.
If only the timing were right, Willow would have thrown herself straight into Michael’s arms.
She’d been smitten with Michael since childhood, but their marriage plans kept getting postponed because Athena wouldn’t stop pestering him.
She thought, ‘Now that Athena is gone, surely Michael only has eyes for me p>
Willow looked at Michael, her eyes tinged with red, heart pounding nervously.
But Michael only gave her a brief, indifferent glance before shifting his gaze away.
Willow’s heart clenched as a wave of grievance washed over her.
‘Why does Michael seem to be growing more distant from me when we’re already engaged?‘ Willow wondered bitterly.
Back then, the moment her eyes turned red, Michael would come fussing over her. Willow couldn’t help but recall it bitterly.
‘Yet here I am, standing right before his eyes, and he won’t even spare me a glance,‘ Willow thought, her heart sinking.
Nicolas’s heart ached at the sight of Willow’s pitiful expression.
Nicolas gently nudged Michael’s arm and whispered, “It’s been ages since you saw Willow. Go have a word with her, alright p>
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Michael frowned. These days, Willow’s tears only irritated him, though he couldn’t quite say why.
But since he had accidentally hurt Willow last time, Michael couldn’t, in good conscience, ignore her now.
Michael stepped in front of Willow and murmured, “Has that injury of yours healed p>
Willow blushed shyly and nodded. “I’ve been fine for a while now, Michael. Why haven’t you come to see me for so long p>
At this moment, all Willow could feel was fear, pure, overwhelming fear.
Willow thought anxiously, ‘Ever since Athena left, Michael has been getting colder and colder toward me.
‘What if Michael rekindles things with Athena? What if I mean nothing to him anymore p>
Willow stepped closer and gently tugged at Michael’s sleeve. In a soft, trembling voice, she asked, “Michael… do you not like me anymore p>
Her voice trembled as she spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Her tear–streaked face looked utterly pitiful.
Michael’s brows knitted tightly. Somehow, he’d grown immune to Willow’s usual obedience and her victim–playing ways.
Before, just one teardrop from Willow would make Michael’s heart ache terribly.
He would have plucked the moon from the sky for Willow if she’d asked.
Michael thought, ‘But now p>
Michael sighed and put some distance between himself and Willow. “No, you’re overthinking it,” he said, his tone flat and distant.
His actions clearly contradicted his words.
Willow’s eyes rounded slightly in shock and disbelief as she caught the unmistakable impatience in Michael’s gaze.
‘Sure enough, he really does hate me now…‘ Willow thought, her heart sinking.
Just as Willow was desperately trying to win back Michael’s heart, the butler suddenly rushed in.
Behind him trailed officers from the police station.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.