His love

Chapter 217 

Matthew stayed stone–faced. But Zayn heard Wilhelmina’s voice. 

His eyes darted her way and locked onto Matthew’s starry–eyed gaze. Zayn’s face darkened 

In this world, nobody understood the slim curve of Willow’s waist quite like him. And the sensation of holding her close, locked in desperate intimacy, was a knowledge uniquely his own. 

The mere notion of Matthew indulging in similar fantasies sparked a smoldering fury within Zayn. If Matthew dared to cast another glance Willow’s way, Zayn swore he’d gouge out those eyes without a second thought. 

Luckily, Wilhelmina called out to Matthew again, saying, “Matt, did you hear me? I absolutely love Willow’s wedding dress! 

“Matt, I need that dress. Let’s buy it, alright?” 

In the Enchanted Moments boutique, every wedding dress was a one–of–a–kind masterpiece. If Wilhelmina wanted this dress, she’d have to talk Willow into giving it up. 

Matthew slowly came back to reality. He gently clasped Wilhelmina’s hand with care. But when his gaze fell upon Willow’s face, it chilled to the bone. 

“Willow, take it off!” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Willow was startled. She hadn’t expected Matthew to suddenly confront her in front of everyone. 

Glancing at her attire, Willow wasn’t one to relish in public nudity. Why would she comply with his order to strip? 

Willow was particularly fond of her wedding dress. Ignoring Matthew, she calmly addressed the store clerk nearby. “I’ll take this dress. I’ll go and change now. Please pack it up for me.” 

Before the clerk could even respond, Matthew had already approached her and Willow. 

He stood tall, looking down on Willow with an air of superiority. His gaze was icy as it swept over her -crimson dress. With each word carrying an unmistakable command, he ordered, “Willow, take off that 

dress!” 

Looking all innocent and compliant, Wilhelmina gently wrapped her arms around Matthew’s. 

“Matt, if Willow isn’t comfortable, let’s just drop it. While I do adore this dress, I don’t want to make things harder for her. Matt, can you 

please ease off on Willow?” 

“Willa, I’ll make sure you get what you want. Nobody’s gonna steal what you love.” 

Matthew’s grasp on Wilhelmina’s hand tightened. “Willow, this dress is mine!* 

While Willow did fancy the dress, she wasn’t keen on dragging out a pointless dispute with Matthew. Every minute of her life she had left was precious, and she shouldn’t squander it on trivial matters. 

Chaberne 

Yet, she couldn’t help but feel thoroughly annoyed with Wilhelmina. 

Since childhood, Wilhelmina had a knack for snatching things from her and always trying to outshine her. If Willow wore something nice and received compliments from classmates, the next day Wilhelmina would show up in the exact same outfit, seeking the same praise. 

People said “twinning outfits wouldn’t be a problem, but whoever looked ugly would be the one who felt. 

embarrassed. 

From childhood to now, Willow had lost count of how many times Wilhelmina had made a fool of herself. Yet here she was, in front of everyone, trying to steal her dress. Well, if she derived such perverse pleasure from making a spectacle of herself, she was welcome to continue down that ignominious path.