Willow looked mischievously at Jasper with a raised eyebrow and said, “You didn’t say please.” “Please


    excuse me, Miss Presgrave,” he said through gritted teeth, his deep eyes locked onto her.


    It was only then that she retracted her arm and made way. Although Jasper left, she felt at sense of


    disappointment instead. Troy blinked, then whipped around to look at Jasper’s receding figure. It had


    only been a few seconds, but Troy could sense that Jasper was not any ordinary man.


    He then remembered Willow switching ces on purpose, then blocking the man’s path intentionally,


    along with the conversation she shared with him. It felt like she was not chatting with him in earnest.


    Instead, she seemed to be provoking someone.


    “Miss Presgrave, who was that just now?” Troy asked straightforwardly. She shook her head. “No one.”


    “It’s someone you like, isn’t it? I can’t believe there’s someone you can’t get.” He was interested in this


    matter. Willow, however, refused to admit it. ‘What? I’m not trying to get him.”


    “Do you need help?” Troy, on the other hand, was intent on helping her get the man. She blinked.


    “You’ll help me?” “I can work perfectly with you as long as I’m in Averna.”


    Willow never thought that Troy would offer to help her. She felt it was not a bad idea, so she nodded


    and said, “All right. I’ll treat you to meals and stuff when you’re in Averna, so when I need you to put on


    an act, just y along.”


    “Of course.” He had always been a mischievous person. Some people in this world were on the same


    wavelengths; they would not be attracted to each other but could have fun together regardless. Willow


    and Troy were probably one such example.


    Three dayster, the Presgraves’ baby shower was held in a private manor. Almost 200 guests turned


    up for the asion, and every guest came with an outstanding reputation.


    Jared carried his son in his arms as he led his wife, Ellen, who had just gotten out of confinement, into


    the hall. Standing before the tall and handsome man, she wore a gray evening dress that looked gentle


    and elegant. Her long hair framed her pretty face, and because of her recent pregnancy, she had an


    aura of lushness and abundance.


    As words of congrattions sounded from the people around them, Jared and Ellen smiled and


    nodded in response. The guests were amazed at the young child of the Presgrave Family, who was


    born with a golden spoon. How amazing to be blessed since birth!


    Meanwhile, the child lying asleep in his father’s arms waspletely oblivious. His small features were


    tinted pink, and even though his tiny face was plump, he looked very much like his father. Willow


    brought Troy over to look at her nephew. He envied the family, but his heart still longed for the freedom


    of unattachment.


    The baby shower proceeded smoothly. Many elders were present, making the younger generations,


    like Willow, feel a little stressed, so she took Troy out for a drive. As the night fell, they sat in a high-


    ss bar, gazing at the glimmering stars outside the window. She held the wine ss in her hand and


    could not help but think of that man.


    Seeing her in a daze, Troy, sitting next to her, had the urge to help her. “If you miss him so much, just


    go to him!” “I can’t do that. He thinks I’m annoying and kept getting in his way,” Willow said sullenly.


    Troy studied her. Everyone would love this little princess of the Presgrave Family. She was perfect in


    terms of background, looks, and personality, so what man would not like her?


    “He’s just blind for not seeing your best sides. Don’t worry. I’m here.” Heforted her. Willow picked


    up the wine ss and took a sip from it. However, somewhere nearby, a paparazzi who had managed


    to get in spotted them. He quickly raised his phone and took a shot.


    He recognized her because she was in a recently released photo of a banquet held for rich young


    ladies all around the world. He had been in this line of work long enough to recognize Willow right


    away.


    When he saw the handsome man sitting opposite her, he was delighted at his luck, for he managed to


    take a shot of Miss Presgrave’s romantic affair.


    At that moment, Troy caught sight of the reporter out of the corner of his eye. Then, a malicious idea


    urred to him. He got up and walked over to Willow, then loosely put an arm around her, saying,


    “Willy, do you see a reporter over there? Do you want to hit the headlines with me tomorrow?”Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.