Willow reached out and brushed her hand past. her lips. That wasn’t just a touch, was it? “Do you still
need proof?” Jasper’s raspy voice sounded.
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It was only then that she was pulled back from her thoughts. The fact that he had kissed her was proof
that he did not dislike her, and this realization caused her face to flush red as she bit her lips in
embarrassment. However, she felt that the kiss had ended too quickly, so much so that she barely had
the time to enjoy it.
“Is it supposed to be that quick?” she mumbled, clutching her face. Faced with her words, the man was
rendered speechless while she awkwardly whipped her head away. Just then, the light from the torch
vanished out of the blue, plunging them intoplete darkness. “Oh no! Don’t tell me the torch is out of
batteries!” she yelped, pouncing into Jasper’s arms.
“They probably forgot to charge it.’ He wrapped her in his embrace cooperatively as she buried herself
in his arms, terrified to be trapped in an ancient tomb without any light. Although Willow was clinging
onto him, she continued to burrow herself into his embrace. as if trying to mold their bodies into one.
“Don’t be scared. It’s safe here.” Jasper lowered his head to look at her. At the same time, Willow
raised her head, and the distance between their faces minimized.
The two froze for a few seconds, and she could feel his lips at the corner of hers. However, as if struck
by lightning, they quickly turned their heads away from each other. “Jasper, I have something to ask
you.” Willow’s voice rang sweetly.
“What is it?”
“Have you kissed other girls before?” she asked, extremely curious.
“You’re the first.” Her melodious and smugugh gently broke the silence. “Really? You aren’t pulling
my leg, are you?”
“I never lie.” “All right! I believe you, but I have something to tell you. You just stole my first kiss.
However, since it was your first time too, I won’t hold you to it.” Just then, a loud call was heard nearby.
“Miss Presgrave, where are you?”
“Mr. Wyatt, Miss Presgrave, where are you?” Willow was overjoyed at the sound of the voices. “They
found us!” Then, she rose to her feet and began to yell toward the opening. “We’re here! Come and
save us!”
As expected, she soon heard the voice reply, “Did you hear that? It’s Miss Presgrave’s voice. Hurry,
they’re right up ahead!” Soon after, they discovered the entrance to the cave, basked in the moonlight,
and they asked probingly, “Miss Presgrave, are you down there?” “Yes, we fell. Be careful, though! The
ground in this area is slippery. Don’t fall in.”
“All right. We’ll call the captain and the others over.” Not longter, Winston returned with the
bodyguards, and Johanna called out urgently from above, “Miss Presgrave, are you hurt?”
“Johanna, I’m fine. I’m not hurt.” The bodyguards made quick work of the ropes, and once they were
secured, Willow was hoisted out of the cave, immediately followed by Jasper. “There’s an ancient tomb
below. Let’s go back and get some rest, and we can explore tomorrow morning,” she suggested.
“That’s great. We might even find the clues we were looking for,” Winston eximed as they headed
down the mountain. Traipsing down the path illuminated by the moon, Willow suddenly felt a gush of
warmth in her heart. She turned around and looked at the man trailing behind her, her lips
uncontrobly curling upward into a smile. Although she had a fright, she did not return empty-handed
either.
After returning to the ship, Willow and Jasper took a hot shower to thoroughly clean themselves off
before returning to their tent to retire for the night. However, he did not enter. Just as she was growing
confused, he yanked the zipper open and said, “I’ll keep watch. You can just sleep.”
“All right!” She agreed obediently. Exhausted from the long ordeal, she sumbed to slumber in no
time. Early the next morning, the team headed up the mountain to investigate the tombs. With the
equipment they had prepared, it was not even afternoon before they unearthed a coffin. As it was made
from cedar, it was surprisingly in pristine condition, unaffected by the passage of time.