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.

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 nothing happened between them, even under such circumstances... why, she'd consider that serious cause for

suspecting this Willow Nason might just be 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

this one was the

Cindy was grinning madly,

on the door himself. Cindy frantically caught hold of his

Frank said sternly. "She

old-fashioned mindset!" Cindy reproached him. "Modern youth are free spirits, who celebrate love everywhere

Free spirits...?

face right then was a hideous

always been a sensible, upstanding, by-the-book sort of fellow Frank refused to believe Jasper would cross the

way.

им

Cindy, Frank raised his hand to knock

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

eyes, as grim and sharp as a falcon's, narrowed into slits as

get ready for bed. We're getting on in years,