Willow never wanted to marry Xavier in the past, much less now.
She also hated herself for naively assuming that Jasper would marry her after he claimed responsibility for the events five years ago. She even accompanied him to his family home to visit his grandparents, thinking she could provide her children with a complete family.
However, his idea of responsibility was monetary compensation in the form of a mansion.
Noble young masters like him would never resort to marriage as a form of compensation when money could solve the issue at hand.
Now understanding this, Willow only wanted to distance herself from him, ensuring their paths never crossed again.
Jasper’s gaze intensified with a sharpness that threatened to pierce through her. “Have you ever met a hunter who releases his prey?”
Willow’s heart sank in defeat.
Jasper had made it clear that he wouldn’t release her because she was just prey for him to toy with.
Willow felt the stark reality of her powerlessness.
Unable to fight back, Willow retreated to the bedroom. Though she tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluded her.
The more she pondered her future, the darker and more despairing it seemed.
She felt lost and helpless.
What was she to do?
At midnight, while attempting to fall asleep, Willow was startled by an approaching chilling aura.
Opening her eyes out of shock, she turned around to see Jasper sitting on the bed.
He was wearing a bathrobe with an open chest, revealing lean muscles exuding a strong masculine aura.
The sight unnerved Willow, prompting her to fearfully scoot to the other side of the bed to get away from him.
Failing to control her speed due to nervousness, she reached the edge of the bed and fell off.
“Ah!” Willow gasped in shock.
A strong arm reached over and grabbed her by her waist. With a tug, she was pulled back onto the bed and collided with the man’s chest.
Willow’s face was planted right into his well-sculpted muscles.
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