"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

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

"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

"Did someone drop you off here?" Matthew asked."Oh, yeah. A friend." Willow didn't elaborate. "Did you see the things I sent to you this morning?""Yeah. Let's talk upstairs." Matthew retracted his gaze. He led Willow upstairs so they could discuss the lawsuit. "If I'd known something like that would've happened, I would've sent you home myself. I'm sorry you had to go through such danger. Are you okay?""Yeah. I just had a few minor injuries," Willow answered.Matthew's expression darkened when he saw the gauze peeking out from underneath her silk scarf. "I can't believe Quentin resorted to abduction and threatening you. Does he dream of ending up behind bars or something?""I don't think he'll likely get sent to jail. He can just push everything on Sonia. At most, he'll be locked up for a few days. Anyway, I don't want to make too big a deal out of this," Willow said."Got it. I'll try to get you the best compensation."As they spoke, Matthew's phone rang. He frowned after ch

"Hello? Mom!" It was too late. Helen had already hung up on Willow. The latter tried calling again, but the call went unanswered.The cab had already arrived at the entrance to the neighborhood. When Willow exited the car, she saw Gina and Helen standing together. Helen was as excited as she'd always been; she gestured emphatically."Mom!" Willow ran over to her."Willow!" Helen held her, still smiling brightly. "C'mon, I bought you a watermelon. Let's go home so we can enjoy it."Helen obviously still didn't know a thing about what had happened."Forget about the watermelon, Mom. Come with me." Willow wanted to pull her away, but there was no way Gina would let the opportunity to mock them slip."You shouldn't act like that, Willow. Your mother's only concerned over you. Look at how she came over in such scorching temperatures to deliver a watermelon to you. Why are you driving her away?""Exactly. Willow's always busy with work and may not have much time for household matters.