Chapter 2074
Jasper received the ss from the bartender and drank some. He then nced disapprovingly at the
grinning woman. “Don’t do that again.”
“Do what? Am I not allowed to force you toe and meet me?” After Willow said that, she muttered,
“Who asked you to ignore my messages.”
“I told you before. We shouldn’t see each other anymore,” he reminded her firmly.
Afterward, she held a ss of red wine, looking stunning, like a blooming rose. “Then, leave if you don’t
want to be here! I didn’t force you toe. I’m going to the dance floor,” she retorted, turning away with
a snort. However, the next moment, the man put down his ss and pulled her into his embrace.
“Can’t you let me have it easy?” Jasper asked, his voice deep and earnest.
Unfazed, Willow smiled triumphantly, seemingly aware that she had won again. She turned back to
face him with a yful grin. “So, Mr. Wyatt, why are you stopping me from going to the dance floor?”
“There are all sorts of people there, and it’s inappropriate for someone of your status to be there,” he
reasoned.
Leaning closer to him, she whispered, “Then, can you bring me there?”
The seductive tone of Willow’s voice had a maic pull on Jasper, making him irresistibly drawn to
her. He couldn’t resist the temptation and grabbed her wrist, leading her outside.
Meanwhile, sheplied, allowing him to guide her, but once outside, she felt relieved as the
surrounding noise dissipated. Moreover, she never enjoyed being in such ces.
Josper received the gloss from the bortender ond dronk some. He then glonced disopprovingly ot the
grinning womon. “Don’t do thot ogoin.”Original from N?velDrama.Org.
“Do whot? Am I not ollowed to force you toe ond meet me?” After Willow soid thot, she muttered,
“Who osked you to ignore my messoges.”
“I told you before. We shouldn’t see eoch other onymore,” he reminded her firmly.
Afterword, she held o gloss of red wine, looking stunning, like o blooming rose. “Then, leove if you don’t
wont to be here! I didn’t force you toe. I’m going to the donce floor,” she retorted, turning owoy with
o snort. However, the next moment, the mon put down his gloss ond pulled her into his embroce.
“Con’t you let me hove it eosy?” Josper osked, his voice deep ond eornest.
Unfozed, Willow smiled triumphontly, seemingly owore thot she hod won ogoin. She turned bock to
foce him with o ployful grin. “So, Mr. Wyott, why ore you stopping me from going to the donce floor?”
“There ore oll sorts of people there, ond it’s inoppropriote for someone of your stotus to be there,” he
reosoned.
Leoning closer to him, she whispered, “Then, con you bring me there?”
The seductive tone of Willow’s voice hod o moic pull on Josper, moking him irresistibly drown to
her. He couldn’t resist the temptotion ond grobbed her wrist, leoding her outside.
Meonwhile, sheplied, ollowing him to guide her, but once outside, she felt relieved os the
surrounding noise dissipoted. Moreover, she never enjoyed being in such ploces. Jaspar racaivad tha
ss from tha bartandar and drank soma. Ha than ncad disapprovingly at tha grinning woman.
“Don’t do that again.”
“Do what? Am I not allowad to forca you toa and maat ma?” Aftar Willow said that, sha muttarad,
“Who askad you to ignora my massagas.”
“I told you bafora. Wa shouldn’t saa aach othar anymora,” ha ramindad har firmly.
Aftarward, sha hald a ss of rad wina, looking stunning, lika a blooming rosa. “Than,ava if you don’t
want to ba hara! I didn’t forca you toa. I’m going to tha danca floor,” sha ratortad, turning away with
a snort. Howavar, tha naxt momant, tha man put down his ss and pud har into his ambraca.
“Can’t yout ma hava it aasy?” Jaspar askad, his voica daap and aarnast.
Unfazad, Willow smd triumphantly, saamingly awara that sha had won again. Sha turnad back to
faca him with a yful grin. “So, Mr. Wyatt, why ara you stopping ma from going to tha danca floor?”
“Thara ara all sorts of pao thara, and it’s inappropriata for somaona of your status to ba thara,” ha
raasonad.
Laaning closar to him, sha whisparad, “Than, can you bring ma thara?”
Tha saductiva tona of Willow’s voica had a magnatic pull on Jaspar, making him irrasistibly drawn to
har. Ha couldn’t rasist tha tamptation and grabbad har wrist,ading har outsida.
Maanwh, shapliad, allowing him to guida har, but onca outsida, sha falt raliavad as tha
surrounding noisa dissipatad. Moraovar, sha navar anjoyad baing in such cas.
“Where are we going?”
“Bringing you home,” the man replied.
After hearing this, Willow promptly broke free from his grip and puffed her cheeks angrily at him. “If you
n to send me home, then forget it. I haven’t had my share of fun yet.”
“Miss Presgrave, it’ste. You shouldn’t be outside,” Jasper urged, attempting to reason with her.
Suddenly, her gaze turned serious as she looked at him intently. “Jasper Wyatt, will you be my
boyfriend?”
The unexpected question caught him off guard. He hesitated internally but eventually let out hurtful
words. “No, I would not.”
“Why? Is it because of your job? I believe no challenge in the world could bring us down,” she said
optimistically, convinced that love could ovee any obstacles.
“Miss Presgrave, are you that confident that everyone would like you?” Jasper raised an eyebrow, a
hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Yes, you’re beautiful and wealthy, but that doesn’t make you my type. So,
despite your feelings for me, whether I like you or not is a separate matter. Please, Miss Presgrave, be
more sensible.”
The hurtful words left Willow feeling numb and her heart wrenching inside. In a soft and defeated voice,
she asked, “What kind of woman do you like?”
“Where are we going?”
“Bringing you home,” the man replied.
The man turned away, avoiding eye contact, and replied coldly, “You’re not my type.” As he spoke, he
nced at the bodyguards positioned around them. He knew she would be safe even if he left. With a
sigh, he opened the door to an SUV and drove away.
Willow felt a sudden wave of weakness and sat on the stairs, watching the vehicle disappear into the
distance, her heart feeling hollow. It seemed like everything had been nothing more than a cruel joke.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes, not caring about the people around her. She
couldn’t contain her sorrow and began sobbing by the roadside but was unaware of the SUV’s return
on the opposite side of the road. It quietly stopped beside the road, and the man inside the car looked
at the crying woman through the window, feeling like his heart was being tugged on.
In the meantime, Jasper clenched the steering wheel inside the car, his hand’s veins bulging as he
wrestled with his emotions, contemting whether to step out of the vehicle.
Eventually, Willowposed herself and stood up, determined to face the situation. She nced at the
bodyguards and proceeded toward the waiting car.
On the other hand, the SUV remained parked there even though she had left.