All Chapters of CEO'S WITCH : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The loud tapping sound that filled the quiet room made most heads turn in on direction, their nervous glances shifting to each other anxiously as they sat around the round table, the meeting or rather the supposedly meeting had turned into a gathering with people wondering... where did things go wrong?"Can someone stop whatever's making that sound?" Zayn's sighed as he glared at the projected screen in the room.The others seated now shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They could stop the noise, But the problem at the moment was who would volunteer to tell the boss he was the one furiously tapping his finger on the table when he had such a scary look on his face.Their eyes turned to Will and they found the only solution to the issue, the other problem was how the solution didn't seem to be part of them in the spirit. "...ll ...Will ...Mister Crest!" Will's head shot up at the harsh whisper in his ear, his consciousness came back to him and he got flustered. He hadn't been listeni

Zayn's head shot to the side instantly and he shifted slowly, trying to stay calm "What is it?"Will placed down his fork and he sat up anxiously, Zayn noticed his uneasiness and he reached for his hands that had gone cold. Warming them up in his, he held his gaze at Will and whispered."It's okay. You can talk to me."Will felt his tensed lids relax and he breathed out before giving a weak nod. He had decided to tell the truth, but now that he was about to, he was scared. Yet strangely, having Zayn's hands hold his made him feel...safe. His eyes scanned the room for nothing in particular and the silence made the sound of his heartbeat louder."The truth is... someone is threatening me."A frown took up Zayn's face as he felt his anger build up in a second "What?" he leaned forward "Do you know who it is?"Will nodded and his head fell "He is someone I knew from highschool.""A friend?""No, he's not my friend. He never was and never will be." Will turned down immediately, being friend

Will jolted awake with soft breaths and his eyes met the familiar ceiling dimly lit by the warm bedside lamp, his frozen lids liquified and he exhaled one last time as he accessed his situation. He didn't have a bad dream, talk less of having a normal dream, yet despite that, his body felt uncomfortable and cold even when he had the sheets over him. The memories of the night came back to him and he wondered why he'd cried so much, it was probably a first for him, or no- it was his second. Strangely, he couldn't tell if he felt so relaxed at the minute because he'd just woken up, or his relaxed demeanor was because he had let out his pain along with his tears. His eyes felt heavy from crying and his dried up throat made him sit up groggily, taking a glance around the room made him notice what was missing, Zayn. Will's eyes went to the door and he held his gaze, why didn't Zayn stay with him? Did he find it hard to sleep next to him or was he still respecting his wish to keep a distan

Will's legs slowly stepped forward in a daze as he tried to deny his sight. he could barely make out the person that got in front of him and tried to pull him back in a hurry while some others who showed up out of nowhere tried to put out the fire. His hearing stayed seized and all he could see was Zayn's body sitting lifelessly in the car. "...ll." "No," the ringing in his ears slowly dispersed as he could now make out the sound of the siren, he fought back weakly with his eyes still fixed on the hand that laid lifeless on the chair. "No. No, no, let go... let go of me." "Will, get back, it's too dangerous." "No," his breathing seized and he gasped out "no, no no no no! Let me go! Z, Zayn... I have to..." his voice broke down and his eyes teared up as he kept staring at Zayn burn up in the fire, a thread snapped in his head and a cry escaped his lips "Stop trying to stop me and help me get Zayn out of there!" He shoved off the hands holding him back and dashed for the car but th

The rest of the day felt like an iceberg the size of the earth had fallen, the surrounding felt cold with guilt, frustration, and unease flying in the air. Will stared at Zayn seated in front of the cameras while he handled the interview like he hadn't just bursted out in anger some hours ago. He had managed to push the interview by a few hours, and thankfully that was all they needed. Newton had gotten another car over and they had headed back to the house, Zayn had helped press on an ice pack on his cheek until the redness had faded even when he kept telling him he was fine, and that ice was mostly used for swelling. But he let him do it regardless, because he could tell Zayn was angry. Zayn kept exhaling and letting out big sighs, he wouldn't stop apologizing with a look that made Will wish he had managed to dodge the slap, and worst of all, he looked hurt. Yet, despite how his smile focused on the camera shone like the appeal he gave off, Will knew him too well to notice the sli