My Four Miraculous Treasures (Willow and Jasper) novel Chapter 64

Jasper frowned, deeply upset; but it didn’t really bother him, so he kept on going.

Tyson staggered along behind him, terrified that one wrong step might cause him to slip and fall into the wet mud all around them. His clothes would be ruined! He didn’t want to even imagine it…

Jasper used to be a soldier, and so had trained his sense of balance; Tyson was just an ordinary guy, and struggled to keep his footing here.

Soon, he had fallen way behind.

Jasper was alone by the time he reached the graveyard. Tyson was still struggling to make his way through the mud.

Having finished paying their respects, Lara and Helen had taken the four children to a dried-up pond to pick some reeds.

Those reeds had grown tall… tall enough to hide them all from sight.

Willow and Samantha were alone in the graveyard.

Willow was tidying things up.

Samantha didn’t help. She was sitting on a cushion nearby, dozing off.

When Jasper arrived, the first person he saw was Willow. His dark eyes grew soft, and he said, “Willow, what are you doing here?”

His voice was deep and enchanting. It was an unexpected sound to hear, in a place like this.

Willow thought she’d only imagined it. At that moment, she was kneeling on the ground, gathering the weeds into a bundle to dispose of them. When she turned to look, what she saw was a neatly pressed pair of men’s trousers. She followed them up…

She found that the owner of those trousers was a remarkably handsome man, finely dressed and mighty of stature. Every detail of his fair face was exquisite. His deeply carved eyes were highlighted by long, long lashes. He had thin, sexy lips.

Such a breath-taking, commanding figure… appearing out of nowhere like this, like an angel coming down from heaven.

Her breath caught. She couldn’t speak, absolutely smitten by the sight of him.

Willow trees had been planted around the back of the graveyard, their drooping boughs providing cover from the sun, like a natural set of drapes.

Examining the headstones one-by-one, Jasper eventually found Yvette’s name. There were fresh flowers laid all about it.

To his disappointment, there was no photograph. Only the name.

All the headstones were like that. That was just the way it was done here, it seemed.

Samantha wasn’t fazed by the way Jasper had side-stepped her cushion. Without an ounce of shame, she snatched up the bouquet of flowers she’d placed at Yvette’s grave, and offered it to him with a simpering smile.

“Mr Jasper, here lies my dearly departed cousin Yvette. I’ll lend you my flowers as a shared offering to her. Go on, it’s alright…”

Willow was very curious to know what connection Jasper had with Yvette Nason, so that he would come all this way to visit her grave.

“Mr Jasper, thank you for honoring my cousin like this, but… I must ask, who was she to you?”