Chapter 803

The idea scared Willow. She didn't want the high-and-mighty Ian washing her feet. It felt as if she was disrespecting him, and it was a crime she couldn't bear. "Ian, you don't need to bother yourself. I can soak my feet on my own." Willow tried to get her foot out of his grasp, but her legs were still too weak. She held out her hand, planning to remove her shoes by herself. "Willow, I'm your future husband. It bothers me that you continue to treat me like a stranger." His words left her speechless, and she reluctantly removed her hand. The warm, amber light in the room cast a gentle glow over him, making his profile seem even more noble. Ian knelt gracefully on the floor, his movements soft and respectful. Willow dropped her gaze, focusing on the man, who suddenly seemed smaller than her. At that moment, the exquisite and untouchable heir seemed like an angel. No woman could resist him. Willow sighed inwardly. She thought it was a shame that the door to her heart had closed,