Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 209

The dinner ended.

Willow could only watch helplessly as Dr. Walder left the restaurant.

"Jabez, Dr. Walder said he's flying back to his home country tomorrow..."

"It's fine. I'll introduce you to other elite collectors later," Jabez replied smoothly, his lips curving into a reassuring smile.

Willow offered a forced nod, still seething with bitter disappointment.

In her mind, her talent was leagues above Yvette's. She hadn't wanted to restore Dr. Walder's painting out of any real passion for the art—she just wanted to humiliate Yvette by stealing her client.

—

Desperate, Willow tracked down Dr. Walder's hotel and waited stubbornly in the lobby to ambush him, hoping her "sincerity" would wear him down.

The cup of tea in front of her went from scalding, to lukewarm, to completely ice-cold.

She never caught a glimpse of him.

Her patience finally snapped. Snatching up her designer handbag, she stomped out of the hotel lobby in a foul mood.

Barely two steps out the doors, she spotted Dr. Walder's car pulling away from the valet.

Panic seized her. She sprinted to the parking lot, threw herself into her car, and aggressively sped after him.

Her car tore down the street, quickly gaining ground on his vehicle.

As they approached a sharp curve, she made a reckless decision to accelerate, intending to cut him off and force him to stop.

The idea was dramatic, but reality was brutal.

*Crash!*

She lost control. The car violently jumped the curb and slammed headfirst into a thick tree in the greenbelt.

The driver's side airbag deployed with an explosive pop.

Willow wasn't injured, but as the shock wore off, cold sweat drenched her palms and her entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

When she finally gathered her wits, she watched helplessly through the shattered windshield as Dr. Walder's car disappeared into the distance. Furious, she slammed her hands against the steering wheel, laying on the horn in a blind rage.

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Later, inside a luxurious private lounge.

Willow sat tucked against Jabez's side, playing up her lingering fear. "Jabez, I almost got into a terrible accident today."

"What happened?" Jabez frowned, genuine concern etching his features. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt, but it terrified me." Willow shook her head, wrapping both arms around his bicep and resting her head delicately against his shoulder.

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