My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 377

A familiar presence—a man's presence—had joined her in bed.

Willow was frozen with terror. What he did, two nights ago... what if he tried that

again?

Even as she thought about it, one long arm reached out and clutched her shoulder, pulling her down onto the bed. Suddenly, her back was pressing up against his fiery, powerful chest.

A thin layer of fabric offered no protection whatsoever against the blazing heat he was radiating, causing her to tremble like willow boughs in the wind.

Understandably, she wanted nothing more than to get away from this man-but he held her fast in his rough embrace, growling into her ear, "Don't squirm, now... unless you're prepared for what might happen next."

Willow froze solid, not daring to move a hair.

Imprisoned in his clutches, she felt as though she was slowly being crushed against a solid steel anvil, as she was cooked by the broiling heat of his body, buffeted by his bellows breath, every fiber of her being yearning to submit to his masculine temptations.

Willow's heart beat faster, and she felt strangely short of breath.

She was scared of him-yet, at the same time, her body longed for the touch of this incredibly sexy hunk.

Willow's heart raced, her nerves braced for an impact...

...that never came. Jasper only wanted to cuddle, nothing more.

At first, Willow was all wound up from suspense... but then, her body remembered the exhaustion of not being able to sleep at all the night before. Her eyelids fluttered fitfully for a while... and then she was fast asleep.

He pulled her closer, and treated himself to a deep whiff of

day, Willow awoke with a start, sat up, and looked beside her. Jasper

and headed downstairs. Looking outside, she realized that it was already

the butler. "Mr. Freeman, may I leave

his head. "The master said nothing about

this morning?" If he was in a good mood,

in a bad mood though, then

The

was a

his head

"It

expression he wearing this morning.

deeply upset about somet

did somebody do something?" Willow

sweat on his brow. "You don't remember, Ms. Nason? Your rampage through Master Hughes' private

what...?" A light switched on in Willow's brain. Images flashed before her

revisit the scene

shards and fragments. The paintings had been ripped, torn... and chewn

she really done

swallowed hard. Trembling with dread, she asked,

much the damages here

held up all

guess: