His love

“What are you trying to do, Willow?” 

“Tickle you,” Willow responded earnestly. 

Matthew’s eyes darkened even more. He wasn’t some naive youngster. He knew what a woman throwing herself at a man and wanting to tickle him implied. 

But this time, Matthew really misunderstood. Willow genuinely just wanted to tickle him. Back in the dungeon, they were like family. Tickling each other was an innocent and endearing act. 

“Willow, hadn’t you given 

up?” 

“No!” How could she give up without even tickling him? She had her principles when it came to tickling. 

Matthew’s heart raced. He thought Willow had given up trying to seduce him after clinging to Kenan, but she hadn’t. He shamefully realized that hearing her say she hadn’t given up brought him an inexplicable joy. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When Matthew stopped talking, Willow took it as his tacit approval for her to tickle him. She rubbed her hands together and prepared to continue her mischief. 

Seeing Willow’s small hand reaching out again, Matthew couldn’t hold back any longer. He turned and pressed her under him before lowering his lips. 

“Willow, you brought this on yourself. If you want to be mine so badly, I’ll grant your wish today.” 

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Matthew’s mind. Eventually, he became certain 

about one thing: he shouldn’t betray Wilhelmina. He kept telling himself he would give Wilhelmina a 

proper status, treat her doubly well, and let her stay by his side openly. 

As for Willow, she would only be his hidden mistress. With her, it was just a transaction for pleasure and 

nothing serious. 

Willow was utterly confused. She only wanted to tickle him. Why was she being kissed? 

Before she could figure out what was happening, Matthew’s stern warning voice spoke in her ear. “I’ll pay you, Willow. It’s just a transaction between us, so don’t you dare expect anything else.” 

Instantly, Matthew’s words in the dungeon flashed in her mind. “Willa, when we get out, I’ll work hard to 

make a lot of money. I won’t let you and Aaron suffer anymore. We’re family for life. I’ll never let you and Aaron be wronged.” 

Willow suddenly opened her eyes. Was this cold–hearted man truly the same Matthew who had helped her through the dungeon? 

No, not anymore. Time had passed, and their bond formed in the dungeon was just a dream. 

“Matthew, let me go!” Willow tried to push Matthew away with all her might. When he lifted his face, it revealed his cold eyes that were tinged with a hint of mockery. 

“Willow, you were the one who was throwing yourself at me. Ha! Your coy tricks are really pathetic! You’d better know your place. No matter what tricks you play, don’t expect more. You’ll only ever be my mistress. 

With that, he smirked disdainfully and sealed her lips with his own again. 

Willow certainly didn’t want to be anyone’s mistress. She was about to clarify things with Matthew and slap some sense into him when Zayn’s icy voice echoed from the doorway. 

“Willow!”