Presuming Jasper was upset with her, Willow apologized, âIâm sorry. I didnât
know you were-â âI donât blame you.â After saying this, he looked up at her, and
when their gazes met, her face began to heat up..
âBut I saw absolutely nothing!â she clarified, puffing her cheeks. However, her
tone unintentionally conveyed disappointment, and he assumed that was what
she meant. Therefore, he couldnât help but smirk and hum lightly, âWhat were
you expecting to see?â
After hearing this, Willow finally realized that her sentence sounded misleading,
so she waved her hands dismissively. âNo, I wasnât expecting anything. There is
nothing interesting to see anyway-â
Thereâs nothing interesting to see. That sentence itself caused Jasperâs
expression to become stone-cold. Has this woman seen others? Why else
would she sound so disinterested? A wealthy young lady like her must have
plenty of pursuers, which means she might have been in multiple relationships
before. His thoughts briefly strayed, and the bread he was toasting nearly
burned. Then, he immediately returned to attention, flipped the bread, and
looked up at her. âIf youâre bored, go out for a walk! Come back for breakfast later.â
In the meantime, Willow felt that the atmosphere between them had become
somewhat awkward, so she went outside to observe the wildflowers growing on
the ground. She bent down and picked a few, creating a lovely bouquet as a
present for herself.
From inside the tent, Jasper could see her figure as she held a bouquet and
admired it with a contented expression, resembling a child who hadnât
graduated from kindergarten. His gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before
he snapped out of it, only to find that the bread had become slightly burnt, prompting him to sigh and toast another two fresh slices. When she returned,
the plate already had toasted bread slices on it. Then, she sat down, grabbed
one, and topped it with a sunny-side-up egg. lettuce, tomato slices, and a pat of
butter for a quick and nutritious breakfast.
On the other hand, the man served another two perfectly toasted slices in front
of her while he helped himself to the burnt ones. Then, he said, âIâve managed
to contact your fatherâs men.â
After hearing this, Willow smiled and replied, âIâm not eager to return home
because Iâm enjoying my time in the mountains!â However, Jasper glanced at
her and said, âI have other tasks to attend to.â
Then, she bit her lower lip nervously, realizing she had wasted his time, and she
apologized, âIâm sorry.â
âIâm not blaming you.â While saying this, he had no choice but to soften his tone.
After breakfast, Willow followed Jasper to a nearby stream to collect water, and
while she played happily behind him, she eventually realized how tall he was.
His towering stature makes me feel even shorter than I already do, as my head
can only reach his shoulder when I wear my flats. Iâm guessing this man is at
least six feet tall.
In the meantime, he had bought two buckets and went over to get water
because it was pure and clear mountain spring water, free of pollution from
urban industries.
Since the stones in the river were beautiful and smooth, she picked up a few to
play with, emulating a child who had never grown up. Even though he had just
fetched the water, he remained nearby and watched as the girl collected stones.
At this time, Willow took off her shoes and stepped into the icy water. She was
reluctant to leave, so she looked up at Jasper and suggested, âWhy donât you
head back first? Iâll be here for a while.â
âNo! You canât leave my sight,â he refused. When she heard this, a warm feeling
arose in her chest, so she stopped playing and approached a stone beside him.
Nonetheless, when she stepped barefoot on it, she was unaware it was
unbalanced. âAh-â She waved her hand frantically, trying to regain her balance,
but she was about to fall backward.
Without thinking, he reached out his long arm, caught her hand, and pulled her
close to his chest so that his arm was wrapped around her waist.
At the same time, Willow hurriedly held onto Jasperâs waist, her tiny face
bumping against his sturdy chest. She felt quite frustrated, realizing that
everything she did seemed to go wrong in front of the man, and she always
needed his care and assistance. Whatâs going on? This is not typical of my
behavior! Why do I always find myself in his embrace or arms following our
encounter? I swear Iâm not intentionally causing trouble for him!