My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 130

Like a lost little kitten, Willow cried into Jasper's arms.

Her tears soaked into his shirt, warm and wet, causing the fabric to adhere to his lean muscular chest, and searing his heart with the heat of her emotions.

He hesitated just a moment longer, but then wrapped his arms securely around her, and let her cry.

Time went by. Moments became minutes.

Having cried for a good long while, Willow felt better now, and some of her strength had returned.

Realizing that this might not be an appropriate situation to be in with her own boss, Willow pulled away and straightened up, blinking at him with red, raw eyes. "Sorry! I've dirtied your shirt! I'll clean it for you!" Her voice was hoarse now, and also kind of choked. Hearing those words from her stung Jasper's heart.

With everything that she'd just gone through, she was still worried about his shirt?

She deserved better than this.

He untied the rope from her wrists. "What exactly happened, here?"

Here he'd assumed that she was hooking up with Dale White. The personal affairs of his employees were none of his business. He'd never been one to get involved in such sordid matters. He would have just forgotten all about seeing them together... Except... when he thought about the scent of Willow's body... the soft, tender texture of her skin... exactly the same as that woman who'd saved him, five years ago...

another man to

it plunged his heart into a roiling storm

so he'd turned back, and rushed to the

he'd been mistaken: Willow hadn't come with Dale willingly; she'd been kidnapped by him... and he'd very nearly managed to do

of the evening meant that those

again, her tears began to

turned out to be Dale White. It took me a moment to realize something was wrong, and then I pleaded with him to

broke down, unable to continue. She was crying too much, she couldn't speak,

them made you feel like it was happening

cold as ice. He took out his handphone

attempted kidnapping. Come here and collect the culprit. I'll let your chief inspector

arrived, and

Jasper drove Willow home.

in the passenger seat, covered by his coat, which still carried a

like he was

arms, his broad, powerful chest providing her with a sense of security that she'd never

ahead, her vision still slightly fuzzy. She was

also focused on