Chapter 1811

Willow was so furious that she could rip Matthew to shreds. Why did he expect her to grovel as he wished? Her eyes were red as she glared at him with unyielding defiance. "I refuse to grovel or apologize! I did nothing wrong. So why should I admit to something I didn't do?" Matthew's gaze stayed locked on her, sharp as a blade of ice. Seeing the smear of blood on the corner of her lips and the swelling on her face, a sharp pain pierced his chest. He instinctively pressed a hand against his heart. And at that moment, a strange, overwhelming impulse surged through him. He wished to hold her and wipe away the glaring smear of blood from her lips. But then he remembered how she had shamelessly clung to him and falsely claimed that Mia was his. Now, because of her, his grandmother had fallen seriously ill. His outstretched hand froze, then stiffly withdrew. Despite her ugly face, Willow was scheming, deceitful, and audacious enough to flirt with multiple men. Since she offended him,