Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 2378: Affectionate Kiss

Chapter 2378: Affectionate Kiss

Jasper had thought it was Ricky, the head of the security team, because Ricky had mentioned earlier in

the afternoon that he would come over in the evening to discuss the security of the house.

As Willow looked at him, her large eyes blinked, and she bit her red lips. "I came to look for you."

After she said that, her face remained rosy, but she confidently stepped into his room. The

accommodations for the Presgrave Family's guards were very good. This was a suite-style apartment

that was decorated luxuriously. The facilities here were also comprehensive. Being a guard for the

Presgrave Family not only came with a high salary but also perfect benefits.

At this moment, she sat down on the man's couch while he headed into his room. When he came back

out, he was fully dressed.

"Is it comfortable staying here? If you need anything, just let me know," she said. As the host of the

house, she wanted to take care of him.

"I don't need anything. You shouldn't wander around late at night."

"This is my house. Can't I come out to my own house? I'll be bored to death otherwise," she pouted

and complained.

At her words, he thought, That makes sense. She usually likes to run around, but now she has to be

stuck at home. It's indeed a bit difficult for her.

Rising to her feet, she surveyed his apartment suite, observing that he possessed only a small

collection of personal attire, along with his computer and unfamiliar gadgets.

"Let's make a deal, Jasper. If I get kidnapped, don't risk your life to save me," she suddenly said as she

looked at him.

Though she was just speaking hypothetically, his heart skipped a beat. He reached over and tapped

her head, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I'm just saying if..."

"No 'ifs.'"

"I was just giving an example."

"Don't give any."

His tone was resolute in stopping her. She blinked but still argued, looking at him seriously. "In the

scenario I said earlier, you have to follow my words." If something happened to him, I'd be tormented

for a lifetime as well. So, if it came down to that, I don't want him to save me.

With a deep gaze, he looked at her. "To me, as long as my target is still breathing, I will not give up on

the rescue."

"You…" Willow looked at him, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

Seeing that, Jasper reached out and gently touched her cheek, wiping away the teardrop that was

about to fall. "Don't be so pessimistic. Trust me. I'll keep you safe."

She reached out and hugged his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Okay, both of us have to stay

safe then."

Her warm tears fell onto his skin, causing his heart to race. He reached over, rubbed the back of her

head, and softly kissed her in her hair.

When she raised her small face from his shoulder, her eyes glistened with tears, making her appear

charming and alluring. Yet this caused the man's breathing to hitch.

As she gazed at his sexy and tempting lips, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her rosy lips

landed on his.

However, she wasn't very experienced at kissing, and her tender and rosy lips didn't quite know what to

do. It was more like a peck. At this moment, his gaze had become particularly dangerous and dark.

He reached over and pulled her into his embrace. With his hand gently holding the back of her head,

he leaned down and kissed her lush, cherry-red lips. The kiss was soft and sweet, like cotton candy,

making him lose control.

This usually calm and self-restrained man seemed to lose his senses in an instant, becoming utterly

irrational.

After some time, a kiss full of affection ended. With a flushed face, she melted in his arms like water,

softly panting. Yet her eyes revealed a hint of unsatisfied longing.

Even if Jasper wanted more, he had to restrain himself. She's perfect. I can't and don't want to let her

feel any discomfort.

Willow sat in his embrace, cupping his face and giving him a few kisses as if her kisses were as natural

as breathing.

His breathing became more urgent, and his usually composed and confident face was now tinged with

a rare blush.