Chapter 1270

Ian questioned if Willow thought that he wanted to kiss her that terribly. Still, considering that kissing her wasn't entirely unpleasant, he decided to let her slap slide this time. "Willow, don't overthink it!" he stated coldly, his face devoid of emotion as he stared at the enraged woman before him. "The only reason I kissed you was out of curiosity. I wanted to see just how disgusting it would feel to kiss someone as nasty as you!" "Of course I understand. Don't worry about anything, Mr. Nightingale. I won't overthink it." Just as expected, he did it to see how revolting she would feel to him. Willow was well aware of her appearance and how unappealing she was. And she knew how much these shallow men, who only valued beauty, looked down on her. But no matter how much she tried to steel herself, hearing such blatant humiliation from someone she once considered a friend still hurt. Her eyes blazed with rage as she stared at him, masking the vulnerability that threatened to emer