NovelEnglishChapter 64 Jasper frowned, deeply upset; but it didn't really bother him, so he kept on going.
Tyson staggered along behind him, terrified that one wrong step might cause him to slip and fall into the wet mud all around them. His clothes would be ruined! He didn't want to even imagine it...
Jasper used to be a soldier, and so had trained his sense of balance; Tyson was just an ordinary guy, and struggled to keep his footing here.
Soon, he had fallen way behind.
Jasper was alone by the the reached the graveyard. Tyson was still struggling to make his way through the mud.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHaving finished paying their respects, Lara and Helen had taken the four children to a dried-up pond to pick sreeds.
Those reeds had grown tall... tall enough to hide them all from sight.
Willow and Samantha were alone in the graveyard.
Willow was tidying things up.
Samantha didn't help. She was sitting on a cushion nearby, dozing off.
When Jasper arrived, the first person he saw was Willow. His dark eyes grew soft, and he said, "Willow, what are you doing here?" His voice was deep and enchanting. It was an unexpected sound to hear, in a place like this.
Willow thought she'd only imagined it. At that moment, she was kneeling on the ground, gathering the weeds into a bundle to dispose of them. When she turned to look, what she saw was a neatly pressed pair of men's trousers. She followed them up...
She found that the owner of those trousers was a remarkably handsman, finely dressed and mighty of stature. Every detail of his fair face was exquisite. His deeply carved eyes were highlighted by long, long lashes. He had thin, sexy lips. Such a breath-taking, commanding figure... appearing out of nowhere like this, like an angel coming down from heaven.
Her breath caught. She couldn't speak, absolutely smitten by the sight of him.
And then, she shot to her feet, eyes wide with shock. "Jasper! Er... Mr Hughes, sir," she babbled frantically, "What brings you here?" Shouldn't he be in Buscen City? In an office on the top floor of the Hughes Corporation headquarters, doing... office work? Why would he suddenly be out here, in the middle of nowhere? "I'm here to visit somebody's grave," he answered, striding towards her.
"Mr Jasper, you're here!" Hearing his voice, Samantha awoke with a start. Seeing that it was really him, her heart leapt right up her throat. Scrambling to her feet, she hurried over to greet him and make a big show of good manners. "But why would you chere in person, to a wretched backwater place like this?" Bringing over the cushion she'd just been napping on, she laid it at his feet for him to use. Perhaps he could wipe his muddy shoes on it? Seeing this behavior from her, Willow resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had one face to show rich people, but wore another one when talking to the poor.
Jasper frowned at the cushion on the ground, clearly unimpressed. Avoiding it entirely, he instead walked over to a patch of grass nearby.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere were many graves here, simple earthen mounds arranged neatly in rows, each one marked with a small headstone.
Willow trees had been planted around the back of the graveyarch their drooping boughs providing cover from the sun, like a natural set of drapes. Examining the headstones one-by-one, Jasper eventually found Yvette's name. There were fresh flowers laid all about it.
To his disappointment, there was no photograph. Only the name.
All the headstones were like that. That was just the way it was done here, it seemed.
Samantha wasn't fazed by the way Jasper had side-stepped her cushion. Without an ounce of shame, she shen snatched up the bouquet of flowers she'd placed at Yvette's grave, and offered it to him with a simpering smile. "Mr Jasper, here lies my dearly departed cousin Yvette. I'll lend you my flowers as a shared offering to her. Go on, it's alright..."
Willow was very curious to know what connection Jasper had with Yvette Nason so that he would call this way to visit her grave. "Mr Jasper, thank you for honoring my cousin like this, but... I must ask, who was she to you?"
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