Willow stared at Theodore. He looked like a dream under the soft moonlight. She felt a pang of pain when the night freeze caressed her face and inhaled sharply. Noticing that, he frowned and placed her in the car before holding her chin to inspect the wound."It's fine. I—""Don't move," he ordered, and she surprisingly listened.He held her chin, his cold face just inches away. The cologne he wore reminded her of the passionate night they shared.Gosh! What was she thinking?"Use this to stop the bleeding. I'll send you to the hospital later." He gave her a handkerchief.She collected herself and stammered, "U-Uh, okay."Thinking she was in shock, he shoved the handkerchief in her hand and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Don't be scared. I'm here. This will not happen to you again."She was slightly taken aback.Meanwhile, Clark's men had arrested Sonia and the driver, pinning them on the hood of the car."Let me go!""Stay still!"Clark did not make a move against Quen
Clark inquired, "Mr. Bassett, what do we do next?"Theodore picked up the dagger from the ground. It glimmered dangerously. He asked Sonia, "Which hand did you use to hold the dagger?"His eyes were devoid of emotions. Turning white, Willow stammered, "W-What are y-you doing?"Theodore showed an aversion to Sonia. Instead, he turned to the driver, who was pinned down. He questioned, "Do you want to live?"The driver was caught by surprise but swiftly nodded. He explained, "They paid me to do this. I didn't do anything to Ms. Jett except bring her here. I won't do this anymore. Please let me go!""Which hand did she grip the dagger with?"The driver was in a daze when he was questioned. Theodore dropped the dagger in front of the man and said, "You may leave if you cut off one of her fingers."The men who pinned the driver had let go of him. His legs turned jelly as he fell onto his knees, staring at the dagger.Finally, he came to a decision and swallowed hard as he reached for
"Don't move." Theodore's cool voice reverberated in Willow's ears, making them buzz.They were in such a small space that she couldn't move even if she wanted to. As she pondered whether kneeing him would be considered repaying his kindness with cruelty, Theodore spoke.He said, "I told you to press on your wound without moving, didn't I?"Then, he tugged the handkerchief out of her hand and pressed it to the wound on her neck. This took Willow aback. It was fortunate that she hadn't had the chance to knee him yet."Uh … it's not bleeding anymore," she said."Are you sure?"Willow followed Theodore's line of sight and looked down to see that fresh blood had already trailed down her neck, dying her white shirt crimson.She yelped, immediately feeling the pain in her neck. It was stronger than before. "I'll do it myself, Mr. Bassett.""Forget it. Just stay still." Theodore's tone was firm. It was as if he didn't believe Willow could handle herself. He didn't give her a second cha
"Huh?" Willow's expression changed. "Your house?"Before she could ask why Theodore had brought her here instead of to the hospital, he'd already strode toward the villa. As he walked, he asked, "Is Terence here yet?""Dr. Roth arrived ten minutes ago. He's been waiting for you in the living room."Willow was still stunned to the spot. A maid reminded her, "It's cold outside, Ms. Jett. Hurry up and head inside. Dr. Roth is waiting for you."She returned to her senses and followed the maid into the villa. As she walked, she took in her surroundings. The land was expansive, and the villa was one of the top ten most luxurious ones in Emperia.Willow couldn't believe she'd ever had the honor of stepping foot here. It was all thanks to Theodore, too.The maid led Willow into the villa."Terence." Theodore's cool voice rang out.A man standing before the display shelves turned around. He wore a white doctor's coat, which accentuated his tall figure. He'd been admiring the items on th
Before leaving, Terence glanced at Willow. Then, he reminded Theodore, "I can only tell you to toe the line when it comes to certain things. Otherwise, you'll only be causing trouble for yourself and others if word gets back to your grandmother."Theodore frowned in response. Once he left, Willow wanted to leave as well. "It's already 11:00 pm. I've got to go. Thanks for today, Mr. Bassett. I—""You'll stay here tonight," Theodore cut her off crisply. She was taken aback."You must be joking, Mr. Bassett." She was grateful and touched that he'd saved her, but that didn't mean they had to take their relationship to another level.Willow also didn't think Theodore was obligated to interfere in her matters. "Look, it's getting late, so let's leave it at that. I'm going to go, Mr. Bassett."She didn't want to get any more entangled with Theodore than she already was. She got up to leave. But before she'd even stepped off the wool carpet, he grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her to h
"Is it necessary to be so excited?" Theodore looked at Willow expressionlessly.It took Willow a while to settle down. "Look, I'm nothing but an older woman and a divorcée to boot. What is it about me that you like?""We're well-matched.""How so? How long have we known each other? Do you even know me?"Theodore looked up at her. "What do you think?"Willow faltered. Her face burned as she suppressed her roiling emotions. She continued stubbornly, "Mr. Bassett, you need to try these things a few more times before you truly know whether someone is right for you."How do you know I'm the best for you if you haven't compared me to anyone else?""Are you saying that we need to try a few more times to determine whether we're well-matched?""No, that's not what I mean!" Willow saw it now. Theodore had a way of molding the conversation to his liking whenever they talked.As they continued speaking, it would become apparent they'd deviated from her initial purpose. No matter how thing
"It's because I don't want to let our relationship go, of course. Do you really think it's necessary for us to take things so far?" Quentin said."Yeah," Willow said bluntly.Quentin was taken aback. Then, he said anxiously, "When did you become like this, Willow? You never cared about these things in the past!""I didn't care in the past because we were married, and I was the general manager of Strand Real Estate. I care now because I'm Willow Jett." Willow had always been rational. Every bit of obedience and tolerance she'd had had been given to Quentin during their marriage.She'd trusted him not because she was a fool but because she felt that trust was imperative for a strong marriage. But things were different now. She was no longer restricted by anything. She was only Willow Jett."I've already had a lawyer draw up the newest property settlement agreement. It should be delivered to your company by this afternoon. Everything else is the same as before, except for one thing—I
"You really didn't need to escort me, Mr. Bassett. Quentin wouldn't have dared to do anything to me in broad daylight," Willow said while seated in Theodore's car. She never expected him to wait for her outside the café."You're overthinking this. It's on my way," Theodore said.On his way? This took Willow aback. It seemed she'd thought too highly of herself this time.Clark had to have the worst timing ever. From the driver's seat, he asked, "Ms. Jett, where are you headed?""Baker & Associates, thanks." She belatedly realized something as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Earlier, she hadn't told them where she was headed. How would Theodore know it was on his way?But Theodore was currently leaning against the back seat with his eyes shut and arms crossed. He looked completely at ease. Willow swallowed her doubts.She'd never been able to understand the reason behind his actions. Who knew what went on in his mind?Clark drove steadily. They quickly left the concrete j