My Four Miraculous Treasures

After lighting a cigarette, Jasper held it with two fingers. The smoke swirled

around him, but his handsome face was clear as day with distinct features. The cold aura he emitted caused the air around him to stagnate.

Willow did not even dare to make a sound.

She stood still and observed Jasper's charming face. He was lean, tall, and had the perfect body shape. He also had a noble presence.

He exuded a kind of male charm that could capture anyone's heart.

Rich men were aplenty, but rich, handsome, and model-like men with such a perfect body were almost impossible to find. Jasper was the only one at the top of this metaphorical pyramid.

Women could only dream of becoming his woman.

Jasper gave Willow this rare chance to become his woman, but she still took such a long time to consider.

Nobody would believe him if he told them about it.

However, Willow was genuinely afraid of becoming Jasper's woman. She knew it would not be a walk in the park.

Besides, it also increased the likelihood of him finding out about their children.

Willow really did not want to agree, but he would make it impossible for her to live in the country if she refused.

It was such a tough decision to make.

Willow only said she needed to consider because she wanted to buy herself some time.

Deep down, she did not want to say yes.

Initially, she thought Jasper would let her go if she said she wanted to think aboutnoveldrama

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To her surprise, he actually used this trick of placing a glass on her head. He told

her to remove the glass once she had made up her mind.

What if she could not make up her mind?

Or what if the glass fell and shattered into pieces?

What would happen then?

Willow was too afraid to ask, and she also did not want to figure out what would happen if the glass broke.

She braced herself and continued to stand still.

Since the glass kept shaking she had to stand upright and lean slightly to one side to keep her balance.

This was an easy task within a short period of time. However, the longer it went on, the more torturous it became.

Three hours had gone by.

Willow's legs were already getting sore, and she could barely move her neck due to the stiffness.

She tried her best to hold on, but her feet soon started to tremble. The glass slipped from the top of her head She subconsciously reached out to grab it.

As soon as she moved, her exhausted legs gave way. Her knees turned limp, and she directly kneeled before Jasper.

He was sitting while she knelt before him. It was an awkward and embarrassing situation.

Willow pinched her sore cheeks and was about to speak when Jasper cut her off in a booming voice. "Don't beg. It won't work on me."

Willow's mouth twitched.

She had not even spoken, but he already stamped out any glimmer of hope.

Willow wanted to stand up, but her legs were too weak to move.

She could only remain kneeling while she massaged the sore muscles on her thighs. There was a defeated look in her eyes. "Will you really give me anything I want?"

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"Of course I'll give you anything except for the option of saying no." Jasper stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray before leaning against the couch.

Willow was close to tears.

She wanted to say she refused to be Jasper's woman since he would let her have anything she wanted.

His response made it impossible for her to say this.

He predicted her answer in advance.

Clearly, Willow was no match for Jasper.

Letting this torture continue was not an option.

Willow decided to temporarily agree. Once the time was right, she would run away with her children!

"Fine. Mr. Hughes, make sure you keep to your promise," she said.

Jasper smiled. A glimmer appeared in his eyes briefly. "Stand up and kiss me."