My Four Miraculous Treasures (Willow and Jasper) novel Chapter 323

Suddenly, she felt a surge of sympathy for Jasper, having lost his parents at so young an age.

She’d come from a broken family herself, growing up without a father’s love—but at least her mother had been there for her.

Her mother had a coarse character, and was always nagging… but she genuinely loved Willow. Willow had been able to grow up with a mother’s love.

Jasper, meanwhile, had lost both his parents, while still only a child. In that respect, he’d had it worse than her.

Willow stood before Jasper, a warm light in her eyes as she watched him. She hesitated a moment, then placed the car keys and a neatly wrapped bundle of clothes upon his desk.

“Sir,” she began softly, “Here are the clothes you lent me to wear yesterday, along with your car keys. I’m returning them all to you now.”

Jasper paused in his work, and looked up at her with a fathomless gaze. Though he said not a word, the unseen pressure that he exuded made it difficult for her to draw breath.

“Rest assured, sir, I’ll be up early every day from now on. I’ll never be late to work again. Ah, I’m no good at driving at all, especially with this car… Several times, I nearly hit somebody on the way here!”

Tyson had basically forced her to accept the car, saying that Jasper had threatened to fire him if he failed to foist it off onto her.

She couldn’t bear for him to get into such trouble because of her—but she was sure she couldn’t accept the car either.

He’d constructed a magnificent mansion for her family—but that was to repay her for saving his life, five years ago, as well as robbing her of her precious virginity. With that in mind, she had no qualms accepting the mansion as his gift.

But she couldn’t accept anything further from him, besides a regular salary. It didn’t feel right for her to depend on a man to such an extent.

Yet she’d actually had the audacity to go right up to him, and express her gratitude and concern? Talk about forgetting your own place!

So she’d gotten barked at by him, once again—and it served her right.

Willow smacked herself on the forehead, and returned to her office.

Meanwhile, alone in his office, Jasper was clenching his fountain pen so hard that his fingertips had turned white. His handsome features were contorted in livid fury, an expression so cold it could chill one’s marrow.

Snorting with each breath, he glared at those car keys on his desk, and the neatly stacked pile of clothes inside the brown paper bag…

And then his rage burst forth, like an erupting volcano, and he hurled it all down onto the floor.