However, Willow had a decent rest, particrly due to the fact that she had spent the past two days


    swamped in fear, and she soon dozed off.


    In the quiet car, only the sound of Jasper tapping on his keyboard could be heard. However, half an


    hourter, a different noise sounded-the buzzing sound of a mosquito.


    With his sharp hearing, he keenly noticed that the mosquito was buzzing by Willow’s neck.


    Unhesitatingly, he rose from his seat, using his phone to illuminate his surroundings as he searched for


    the mosquito.


    Basked in the small beam of light, Willow’s delicate features came into view. The shlight shone along


    the path of her neck, illuminating. her fair skin and dainty chin, and her wless skin exuded a


    captivating scent.


    As Jasper fixed his eyes on her, he found himself unable to avert his gaze, and his Adam’s apple


    involuntarily bobbed as he slowly. leaned in closer. Just then, the piercing light stirred Willow from her


    slumber, her eyes fluttering open before they widened in shock.


    Oh my gosh! Why is this man slumped over me and staring at my neck like a vampire? At that moment,


    hisrge hand swiped in the direction of her hair, causing her to jerk upright in shock. “Jasper, what are


    you doing to me?”


    Jasper presented his palm before her eyes in reply. “Just hitting a mosquito.” It was at his words that


    she finally noticed that there was arge mosquito on his palm. Instantly, Willow flushed red at the


    realization that she had misunderstood him..


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    “I’m sorry!” As soon as she apologized, she reached out to scratch her neck, where there was arge


    bump as she had expected. The incessant itch caused her to w at her skin relentlessly, and her neck


    was soon marred with scratch marks. At that sight, Jasper turned around and handed her the anti-itch


    spray. “Stop scratching. Put this on instead.”


    “What time is it? Why haven’t you slept yet?” she asked. “It’s one in the morning,” he replied in his low


    voice, returning to his seat on the small couch.


    Willow headed to the fridge and retrieved a bottle of water, which she handed to him. After he epted


    the bottle from her, she took another one for herself before lowering herself to the seat next to him.


    Then, she let out a yawn, still feeling slightly groggy. “How’s your wound?” she asked, recalling that he


    was someone who had sustained heavy injuries.


    “It’s fine now!” With those words, Jasper. reached out to set the bottle in his hands on the table, only for


    his movements to inadvertently tug at his wounds. The sudden pain caused him to let out an


    uncontroble hiss under his. breath. Willow hurriedly ced the bottle down and said, “How can you


    say that you’re fine? Let me take a look!”


    Clutching his chest, Jasper refused, “It’s fine.” However, Willow, who felt obligated to check on his


    injuries, reached out to unfasten his buttons without a word. Jasper grabbed her wrist again. “Miss


    Presgrave, please stay in line.”


    She narrowed her alluring eyes, refuting, “Since you’re my bodyguard now, I have to know if you’re


    capable of protecting me or not. Hurry up and let me take a look.”


    Hence, he could only release her wrist and incline his body backward slightly, allowing her to unbutton


    his shirt. Willow made haste of his buttons with her slender fingers, unaware of the atmosphere. that


    had shifted in the midst of the silent night. On the contrary, the tension that coursed through the air


    caused Jasper to feel slightly nervous.


    After examining his wounds, she let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that there wasn’t any trace of


    blood. Once she rebuttoned the shirt, she settled herself beside him with a sigh. “If only my father were


    here. That way, you wouldn’t have to protect me while you’re still injured.”


    Jasper turned his head around to look at her, but he did not reply. At that moment, Willow’s ears caught


    the faint rustling of leaves against the window behind her. She turned toward the source of the sound,


    only to see the coiled silhouette of a snake, illuminated by the faint glow of the car lights.


    “Ahh!” She nearly leaped into the air before she instinctively edged closer toward Jasper and jumped


    into hisp. At the same time, she clung to his neck without realizing it and yelped, “T-There’s a snake!”


    Meanwhile, Jasper was not particrly affected by the snake. Instead, his thoughts werepletely


    taken over by the woman perched on his legs as her arms wrapped around his neck and her delicate


    face buried in his shoulder.