Never Too Far Novel

Chapter 2074

Jasper received the glass from the bartender and drank some. He then glanced disapprovingly at the grinning woman. “Don’t do that again.”

“Do what? Am I not allowed to force you to come and meet me?” After Willow said that, she muttered, “Who asked you to ignore my messages.”

“I told you before. We shouldn’t see each other anymore,” he reminded her firmly.

Afterward, she held a glass of red wine, looking stunning, like a blooming rose. “Then, leave if you don’t want to be here! I didn’t force you to come. I’m going to the dance floor,” she retorted, turning away with a snort. However, the next moment, the man put down his glass and pulled her into his embrace.

“Can’t you let me have it easy?” Jasper asked, his voice deep and earnest.

Unfazed, Willow smiled triumphantly, seemingly aware that she had won again. She turned back to face him with a playful grin. “So, Mr. Wyatt, why are you stopping me from going to the dance floor?”

“There are all sorts of people there, and it’s inappropriate for someone of your status to be there,” he reasoned.

Leaning closer to him, she whispered, “Then, can you bring me there?”

The seductive tone of Willow’s voice had a magnetic pull on Jasper, making him irresistibly drawn to her. He couldn’t resist the temptation and grabbed her wrist, leading her outside.

Meanwhile, she complied, allowing him to guide her, but once outside, she felt relieved as the surrounding noise dissipated. Moreover, she never enjoyed being in such places. Josper received the gloss from the bortender ond dronk some. He then glonced disopprovingly ot the grinning womon. “Don’t do thot ogoin.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Do whot? Am I not ollowed to force you to come ond meet me?” After Willow soid thot, she muttered, “Who osked you to ignore my messoges.”

“I told you before. We shouldn’t see eoch other onymore,” he reminded her firmly.

Afterword, she held o gloss of red wine, looking stunning, like o blooming rose. “Then, leove if you don’t wont to be here! I didn’t force you to come. I’m going to the donce floor,” she retorted, turning owoy with o snort. However, the next moment, the mon put down his gloss ond pulled her into his embroce.

“Con’t you let me hove it eosy?” Josper osked, his voice deep ond eornest.

Unfozed, Willow smiled triumphontly, seemingly owore thot she hod won ogoin. She turned bock to foce him with o ployful grin. “So, Mr. Wyott, why ore you stopping me from going to the donce floor?”

“There ore oll sorts of people there, ond it’s inoppropriote for someone of your stotus to be there,” he reosoned.

Leoning closer to him, she whispered, “Then, con you bring me there?”

The seductive tone of Willow’s voice hod o mognetic pull on Josper, moking him irresistibly drown to her. He couldn’t resist the temptotion ond grobbed her wrist, leoding her outside.

Meonwhile, she complied, ollowing him to guide her, but once outside, she felt relieved os the surrounding noise dissipoted. Moreover, she never enjoyed being in such ploces. Jaspar racaivad tha glass from tha bartandar and drank soma. Ha than glancad disapprovingly at tha grinning woman. “Don’t do that again.”

“Do what? Am I not allowad to forca you to coma and maat ma?” Aftar Willow said that, sha muttarad, “Who askad you to ignora my massagas.”

“I told you bafora. Wa shouldn’t saa aach othar anymora,” ha ramindad har firmly.

Aftarward, sha hald a glass of rad wina, looking stunning, lika a blooming rosa. “Than, laava if you don’t want to ba hara! I didn’t forca you to coma. I’m going to tha danca floor,” sha ratortad, turning away with a snort. Howavar, tha naxt momant, tha man put down his glass and pullad har into his ambraca.

“Can’t you lat ma hava it aasy?” Jaspar askad, his voica daap and aarnast.

Unfazad, Willow smilad triumphantly, saamingly awara that sha had won again. Sha turnad back to faca him with a playful grin. “So, Mr. Wyatt, why ara you stopping ma from going to tha danca floor?”

“Thara ara all sorts of paopla thara, and it’s inappropriata for somaona of your status to ba thara,” ha raasonad.

Laaning closar to him, sha whisparad, “Than, can you bring ma thara?”

Tha saductiva tona of Willow’s voica had a magnatic pull on Jaspar, making him irrasistibly drawn to har. Ha couldn’t rasist tha tamptation and grabbad har wrist, laading har outsida.

Maanwhila, sha compliad, allowing him to guida har, but onca outsida, sha falt raliavad as tha surrounding noisa dissipatad. Moraovar, sha navar anjoyad baing in such placas.

“Where are we going?”

“Bringing you home,” the man replied.

After hearing this, Willow promptly broke free from his grip and puffed her cheeks angrily at him. “If you plan to send me home, then forget it. I haven’t had my share of fun yet.”

“Miss Presgrave, it’s late. You shouldn’t be outside,” Jasper urged, attempting to reason with her.

Suddenly, her gaze turned serious as she looked at him intently. “Jasper Wyatt, will you be my boyfriend?”

The unexpected question caught him off guard. He hesitated internally but eventually let out hurtful words. “No, I would not.”

“Why? Is it because of your job? I believe no challenge in the world could bring us down,” she said optimistically, convinced that love could overcome any obstacles.

“Miss Presgrave, are you that confident that everyone would like you?” Jasper raised an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Yes, you’re beautiful and wealthy, but that doesn’t make you my type. So, despite your feelings for me, whether I like you or not is a separate matter. Please, Miss Presgrave, be more sensible.”

The hurtful words left Willow feeling numb and her heart wrenching inside. In a soft and defeated voice, she asked, “What kind of woman do you like?”

“Where are we going?”

“Bringing you home,” the man replied.

The man turned away, avoiding eye contact, and replied coldly, “You’re not my type.” As he spoke, he glanced at the bodyguards positioned around them. He knew she would be safe even if he left. With a sigh, he opened the door to an SUV and drove away.

Willow felt a sudden wave of weakness and sat on the stairs, watching the vehicle disappear into the distance, her heart feeling hollow. It seemed like everything had been nothing more than a cruel joke.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes, not caring about the people around her. She couldn’t contain her sorrow and began sobbing by the roadside but was unaware of the SUV’s return on the opposite side of the road. It quietly stopped beside the road, and the man inside the car looked at the crying woman through the window, feeling like his heart was being tugged on.

In the meantime, Jasper clenched the steering wheel inside the car, his hand’s veins bulging as he wrestled with his emotions, contemplating whether to step out of the vehicle.

Eventually, Willow composed herself and stood up, determined to face the situation. She glanced at the bodyguards and proceeded toward the waiting car.

On the other hand, the SUV remained parked there even though she had left.