Chapter 2440: Villa
Night of Destiny
Willow only noticed that Old Mr. Wyatt had collected a lot of famous paintings once the place was
cleaned up. The whole villa felt classy. She loved this place.
Jasper wrapped his arm around her waist. âLike these? If you donât, I can tear them down and renovate
the house again.â
Willow turned back quickly. âI love these. I love your parentsâ tastes. You donât need to renovate it
again.â Willow felt for him. This was the last piece of proof of his family. She couldnât bear to have him
renovate it again.
Jasper looked down at her and pulled her hair back. As he stared at her face, he gulped, and
something flickered in his eyes. He couldnât hold back whenever it came to her-all the emotional control
he learned in the organization would always melt away, and he would show his desire in its full,
uncontrollable form.
Sensing this, Willow felt her cheeks burn up, but she still mustered up her courage to stand on her
tiptoe and brush her lips across Jasperâs. She tried to run away right after that.
Jasper wouldnât let that happen, of course. He grabbed her arm and tugged her back. She fell into his
embrace and bumped into his chest. Willow chuckled. Her sweet, innocent look allured Jasper.
Jasper didnât hold back anymore. Willow had been flirting with him too much. This gave him an excuse
to spoil her. Before Willow knew what was happening, Jasper had already held her chin. She was
enveloped by his scent, and as her heart raced, she accepted his passionate kiss.
When Willow got a little dizzy from the kiss, Jasper picked her up and carried her in his arms. Willow
buried her head in his chest, her heart fluttering like a butterfly. She often wondered if she was Jasperâs
first girlfriend. He was a great kisser, after all.
While she was immersed in her thoughts, Jasper pushed her down. Since she didnât know where to
place her hands, Jasper took charge and held them above her head. It was exciting for Willow. It felt
like she was under his control -suffocating but thrilling.
With nowhere to go, Willow succumbed to her hunter, and they fell into the pits of pleasure.
A slender figure came out of Avernaâs airport with a suitcase in tow. A middle-aged woman was the one
welcoming her. She came over and said, âHello, miss.â
âItâs been a while, Mrs. Hetna.â Shirley came ahead, smiling.
âItâs been a while. Your grandmother is waiting for you at home. Iâll take your luggage.â
âJust call me Shirley,â Shirley said. She walked out of the airport and took a breath of the crisp air.
âFeels good to be home.â A smug gaze filled her eyes as she thought of how she had successfully
fooled her dad. She could stay here for three months and finish her internship in peace.
She got into the car and held up her phone to check something. A photo of a man was shown on her
screen. He was in a typical suit, his gaze filled with decisiveness. It felt like he was a godfather-alone,
yet powerful.
Even though he was young, there was wisdom in his eyes. He had the air of someone in control,
caution, and bravery. Shirley knew why this man became vice president. It wasnât because of his
background. His capability was nothing to be laughed at..
Shirley put her phone down and closed her eyes, thinking about Cole. In this city of vice, it was normal
to think about someone she liked. I wonder if Coleâs thinking about me too. Her eyes flickered with
anticipation.
In three days, she would take Imogenâs place in the internship. Shirley looked forward to it, although
she was nervous. She grew up under her fatherâs wing, yet soon, she would be spreading her own
wings. It was liberating, but the future was also uncertain.