Chapter 1275

Willow nearly swore in frustration when she heard Zayn's statements. She wondered why she should invite him upstairs, only for him to look down on her. She didn't have the habit of seeking out such unnecessary torment. "Mr. Carter, it's getting late. You should head back now," Willow said. Her words were polite, but her meaning was clear. She wanted him to get lost. The further, the better. Zayn naturally understood her subtle hint and couldn't help but frown in response. Willow noticed that the man before her particularly enjoyed frowning. And for some reason, every time he wrinkled his brows, she felt compelled to reach out and smooth them out with her fingertips. She argued that she felt this way because he was ridiculously good-looking, and it stirred some feelings in her. She withdrew her gaze and resumed heading upstairs to snap herself out of these ridiculous thoughts. "Willow!" Zayn's voice was urgent, with a note of panic that she couldn't quite identify. When he saw her