My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 178 Grandma Cindy came in with a bowl of soup, still steaming-hot. "Willow dear, I noticed you didn't eat much at dinner earlier, so I made you some soup to help tide you over-"

She trailed off mid-sentence when her eyes fell upon the two of them, entwined together upon the bed: Willow wrapped up in Jasper's arms, nuzzling tenderly against his chest; Jasper with his bathrobe in disarray, as Willow's hands groped him hungrily.

Grandma Cindy fell silent abruptly, at the sight of this intimate scene.

Willow realized that she was a little too close to Jasper at the moment, which might give someone the wrong idea. Sucking in a sharp, cold gasp of air, she dove under the blanket in a mad frenzy, trying to disappear from sight.

She could feel her whole face on fire with humiliation. If only she could dig a grave for herself and just die

Grandma Cindy clearly didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about. Rather than being

now.

surprised, she appeared delighted, beaming from ear-to-ear. "I'll just leave the soup over here, come have it at your own leisure. Carry on, carry on! I'll just get out of your way..."

And with that, she made her exit, shutting the door considerately behind herself.

She was the one who'd put Willow in Jasper's own bedroom. She was the one who'd chased that workaholic grandson of hers off to bed.

so that they would turn up in the same bed together, just like that! A man and a woman, alone in the night... and Jasper was healthy and vital, such a fine young man... so if

some broad her grandson hired to pretend to be his girlfriend, in order to deflect the usual talk of marriage... that was her true motive behind insisting that the young woman stay the night here: so that she could lock the two alleged lovebirds up together, and see what was

voila, this one was

grinning madly,

frantically caught hold of his hand to stop him from disturbing the pair of lovebirds. "They're making love in there!" she hissed. "Don't

our roof," Frank said sternly. "She knows

him. "Modern youth are free spirits, who

Free spirits...?

Frank's face right then was a hideous

fellow Frank refused to believe Jasper

way.

им

Frank raised his hand to

down the staircase to the next floor, where she felt it was safe to raise her voice and set him straight: you don't believe me, huh? Just a moment earlier, I went in there with some soup for dear Willow, and those two young lovers were locked in a passionate embrace! I saw it

as a falcon's, narrowed

on calling upon Jasper "Let's get ready for bed. We're getting on in