Chapter 5: How Many Times Have You Slept Together?

From beginning to end, Willow had no strength to resist.

She looked at Grant, her eyes filled only with hatred.

Grant released her, sneering, "You think you have what it takes to hook Hunter Hawke?"

Willow didn't want to look at his face.

She lowered her gaze. "That's my business, it has nothing to do with you!"

Grant looked down at her, his voice soft but menacing. "Or perhaps you simply can't forget me, deliberately getting close to Hunter Hawke to parade in front of me. Do you think I care?"

Willow was disgusted. She looked up at him. "Grant, if you hadn't framed my father, your marriage to Pearl Hawke would have nothing to do with me! Stop flattering yourself!"

Grant stared at her.

Willow forced herself to meet his gaze, unwilling to show weakness before him.

After a long moment, Grant's lips curved in mockery. "Willow, you'll throw yourself at me willingly! Let's wait and see!"

With that, he opened the door and left.

The luxurious wooden door slammed, swinging back and forth... Willow's legs weakened. She leaned against the wall, tears slowly trickling down her cheeks.

Grant was truly heartless!

Four years of love, all she had done for him, only to be betrayed!

Grant had never intended to marry her!

Yet she had constantly fantasized about their wedding.

Willow cried, laughing at herself bitterly.

...

"Willow."

Bianca's voice reached her ears.

Willow wiped away her tears and looked up, then froze.

Outside the door, besides Bianca and her husband, stood Hunter Hawke.

Hunter had changed clothes—a deep blue shirt and iron-gray slacks, a very business-like attire.

Bianca was worried about Willow, but she didn't mention Grant at all. Instead, she explained, "It suddenly started raining, so we can't play anymore."

Her husband chimed in, "Yes, indeed! Let's schedule another time... Attorney Hawke, why don't you give Willow a ride? Bianca and I have some matters to attend to."

Hunter observed Willow and the hint of redness around her eyes, his gaze inscrutable.

After a moment, he spoke flatly, "It's no trouble."

Bianca sighed in relief, while still feeling sorry for Willow.

Willow had no choice but to leave with Hunter.

Outside, the rain was pouring heavily. The parking lot was uncovered, and Hunter went to get his car.

Shortly after, a golden Bentley Continental slowly pulled up in front of Willow. She had no umbrella, nor did she have the courage to ask Hunter to get out and escort her.

In the few steps it took to reach the car, her clothes were half-soaked.

Once inside, she felt uncomfortable, worried that Hunter might be displeased.

Hunter glanced at her but said nothing as he started the car.

The club was located halfway up a mountain, and the car had to wind around several curves before reaching the bottom. The air conditioning was on inside the car, and before long, Willow was shivering with cold, her lips turning pale.

While waiting at a red light, Hunter tossed her a jacket. "Put it on."

Willow thanked him softly.

She draped his jacket over herself and immediately felt warmer, but Hunter didn't turn off the air conditioning. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

In the stormy weather, traffic was congested. After several green lights, they had barely moved.

Hunter took out a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment, lit one, and exhaled a smoke ring. As if casually, he asked, "How long were you with Grant Caldwell?"

Willow was taken aback.

But she answered honestly, "Four years."

Hunter seemed somewhat surprised. His gaze swept over her long, fair legs, desire flickering in his eyes.

He asked carelessly, "How many times did you sleep together?"