My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 2447

Willow only noticed that Old Mr. Wyatt had collected a lot of famous paintings once the place was cleaned up. The whole villa felt classy. She loved this place.

Jasper wrapped his arm around her waist. "Like these? If you don't, I can tear them down and renovate the house again."

Willow turned back quickly. "I love these. I love your parents' tastes. You don't need to renovate it again." Willow felt for him. This was the last piece of proof of his family. She couldn't bear to have him renovate it again.

Jasper looked down at her and pulled her hair back. As he stared at her face, he gulped, and something flickered in his eyes. He couldn't hold back whenever it came to her-all the emotional control he learned in the organization would always melt away, and he would show his desire in its full, uncontrollable form.

Sensing this, Willow felt her cheeks burn up, but she still mustered up her courage to stand on her tiptoe and brush her lips across Jasper's. She tried to run away right after that.

Jasper wouldn't let that happen, of course. He grabbed her arm and tugged her back. She fell into his embrace and bumped into his chest. Willow chuckled. Her sweet, innocent look allured Jasper.

Jasper didn't hold back anymore. Willow had been flirting with him too much. This gave him an excuse to spoil her. Before Willow knew what was happening, Jasper had already held her chin. She was enveloped by his scent, and as her heart raced, she accepted his passionate kiss.

When Willow got a little dizzy from the kiss, Jasper picked her up and carried her in his arms. Willow buried her head in his chest, her heart fluttering like a butterfly. She often wondered if she was Jasper's first girlfriend. He was a great kisser, after all.

She got into the car and held up her phone to check something. A photo of a man was shown on her screen. He was in a typical suit, his gaze filled with decisiveness. It felt like he was a godfather-alone, yet powerful.

Even though he was young, there was wisdom in his eyes. He had the air of someone in control, caution, and bravery. Shirley knew why this man became vice president. It wasn't because of his background. His capability was nothing to be laughed at..

Shirley put her phone down and closed her eyes, thinking about Cole. In this city of vice, it was normal to think about someone she liked. I wonder if Cole's thinking about me too. Her eyes flickered with anticipation.

In three days, she would take Imogen's place in the internship. Shirley looked forward to it, although she was nervous. She grew up under her father's wing, yet soon, she would be spreading her own wings. It was liberating, but the future was also uncertain.