My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 323

Suddenly, she felt a surge of sympathy for Jasper, having lost his parents at so young an age.

She'd come from a broken family herself, growing up without a father's love-but at least her mother had been there for her.

Her mother had a coarse character, and was always nagging... but she genuinely loved Willow. Willow had been able to grow up with a mother's love.

Jasper, meanwhile, had lost both his parents, while still only a child. In that respect, he'd had it worse than her.

Willow stood before Jasper, a warm light in her eyes as she watched him. She hesitated a moment, then placed the car keys and a neatly wrapped bundle of clothes upon his desk.

"Sir," she began softly, "Here are the clothes you lent me to wear yesterday, along with your car keys. I'm returning them all to you now."

Jasper paused in his work, and looked up at her with a fathomless gaze. Though he said not a word, the unseen pressure that he exuded made it difficult for her to draw breath.

day from now on. I'll never be late to work again. Ah, I'm no good at driving at all, especially with this car... Several times, I nearly hit somebody

to accept the car, saying that Jasper had threatened to fire him if he failed to

because

life, five years ago, as well as robbing her of her

couldn't accept anything further from him, besides a regular salary. It didn't feel right for her to depend on a man to

eyes as impenetrable and mysterious as the ocean's depths—and as

spine, looking into those eyes. Holding firm against a rising sense of panic, she went on, "Mr. Hughes, you didn't hurt your hand yesterday, did you? Thank you for standing

Jasper's eyes sharpened to a dagger's point. "Get out!" he snapped,

with fright, Willow nodded hastily and hurried out of his office. Safely outside, she heaved a great sigh. Goodness, that

dominating overlord like him, who held in his hands the lives and fates

had been some blemishes to his childhood, he'd nevertheless grown up in the

constantly worry about her meals for the next day. She was an insignificant ant compared to Jasper Hughes, who could effortlessly crush her to death with one fingertip.