His love

Willow knew if she dodged Zayn’s question again today, she could kiss peace goodbye. 

With a calm gaze, she stated, “Mr. Carter, I’m marrying Mr. Dawson, I made a vow, and I’m sticking to it. Nothing’s tearing us apart, come what may.” 

Thinking of Kenan’s cold ashes and his parting words delivered by Quintus, Willow’s heart throbbed with pain so fierce that it threatened to consume her. 

There’d never be another man like Kenan in this world. He must’ve been one such a nice guy to wish her well on his deathbed. 

The intense pain fueled Willow with unwavering resolve, and she shoved Zayn away. She wasn’t lingering a moment longer. Clutching her clothes, she stormed into the fitting room. 

Zayn retracted his hand rigidly. His gaze cut through the closed fitting room door like a sharpened blade. *She wants to marry Kenan! This ungrateful woman actually wants to marry Kenan!” he seethed silently. 

Kenan’s condition took a sudden turn for the worse, landing him under the care of Zayn’s mother, Wynn, in her lab. “Kenan hasn’t even regained consciousness, and she’s already rushing to buy a wedding dress to become his bride. 

“She must be smitten with Kenan! How could she be so crazy about him? Who gave her the guts?” Zayn couldn’t help but wonder. 

“Zayn, Zayn…” 

Skyler’s voice jolted Zayn back to reality. He looked down and realized he had twisted the metal clothes hanger in his hand into a mangled mess. 

The fitting room door swung open, and Willow stepped out in her wedding dress. A store clerk hurried over to ask about her purchase, but the words died in her throat as she took in the sight of Willow in the vibrant red gown. 

She was stunning. Willow looked so beautiful that even a woman couldn’t look away. 

This dress was one of the simplest designs in the store. When the staff first saw it, a few of them 

gathered around, talking about how plain it was and figuring it wouldn’t sell as well as the others. 

But now, seeing Willow standing proudly in front of the mirror like a blooming flower, they realized just how wrong they had been. 

At that moment, it was clear: this dress was the most perfect one in the entire store. 

After Willow got sick, she lost a lot of weight, but none of it seemed to come from where it mattered 

most. 

It was as if each pound lost honed in on that slender middle. Her waist was incredibly slim; it wasn’t an 

exaggeration to say it was barely a handful. 

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Anyone with a slightly thicker waist would look bulky in that dress. But on Willow, it accentuated her curves, transforming her into a captivating siren. 

The semi–transparent cape draped over her, teasingly concealing and revealing, adding to the allure that. begged to be unraveled just to uncover the truth about her remarkably narrow waist. 

Was it truly as small as it seemed, capable of driving anyone to madness with desire? 

Matthew’s face mirrored sheer amazement, tinged with a hint of possessiveness. A sudden impulse seized him–to keep Willow all to himself, shielded from the prying eyes of other men. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

But before he could act on this instinct, Wilhelmina’s sweet voice whispered in his ear. 

“Matt, that wedding dress on Willow is just breathtaking! I’m absolutely smitten with it! Matt, could you do me a favor? Get it for me, and imagine me in that dress, becoming your most beautiful bride ever.