My Four Miraculous Treasures

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.

was tidying things

didn't help. She was sitting on a

saw was Willow. His dark eyes grew soft,

was deep and enchanting. It was an unexpected

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

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

couldn't speak, absolutely

her feet, eyes wide with shock. "Jasper! Er... Mr Hughes,

he be in Buscen City? In an office on the top floor of the Hughes Corporation headquarters,

suddenly be out here, in the middle of

to visit somebody's grave," he answered,

right up her throat. Scrambling to her feet, she hurried over to greet him and make a big show of good manners. "But why would you come here in person, to a wretched backwater place like this?" Bringing over the cushion she'd just been napping on,

from her, Willow resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had one face to show rich people, but wore another one when talking to

cushion on the ground, clearly unimpressed. Avoiding it entirely, he instead walked over to a patch

neatly in rows, each one marked