My Four Miraculous Treasures

Grandma Cindy came in with a bowl of soup, still steaming-hot. "Willow dear, I noticed you didn't eat much at dinner earlier, so I made you some soup to help tide you over-"

She trailed off mid-sentence when her eyes fell upon the two of them, entwined together upon the bed: Willow wrapped up in Jasper's arms, nuzzling tenderly against his chest; Jasper with his bathrobe in disarray, as Willow's hands groped him hungrily.

Grandma Cindy fell silent abruptly, at the sight of this intimate scene.

Willow realized that she was a little too close to Jasper at the moment, which might give someone the wrong idea. Sucking in a sharp, cold gasp of air, she dove under the blanket in a mad frenzy, trying to disappear from sight.

She could feel her whole face on fire with humiliation. If only she could dig a grave for herself and just die

Grandma Cindy clearly didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about. Rather than being

now.

surprised, she appeared delighted, beaming from ear-to-ear. "I'll just leave the soup over here, come have it at your own leisure. Carry on, carry on! I'll just get out of your way..."

And with that, she made her exit, shutting the door considerately behind herself.

She was the one who'd put Willow in Jasper's own bedroom. She was the one who'd chased that workaholic grandson of hers off to bed.

...All so that they would turn up in the same bed together, just like that! A man and a woman, alone in the night... and Jasper was healthy and vital, such a fine young man... so if nothing happened between them, even under such circumstances... why, she'd consider that serious cause for concern!

Cindy had been suspecting this Willow Nason might just be some broad her grandson hired to pretend to be his girlfriend, in order to deflect the usual talk of marriage... that was her true motive behind insisting that the young woman stay the night here: so that she could lock the two alleged lovebirds up together, and see what was what!

...And voila, this one was the real thing!

Now, Cindy was grinning madly, like a crazed hag.

No sooner had she closed the door than Grandpa Frank showed up. He gave her a severe look, then stepped forward to knock on the door himself. Cindy frantically caught hold of his hand to stop him from disturbing the pair of lovebirds. "They're making love in there!" she hissed. "Don't you get in their way, now!"

"This is Willow's first night under our roof," Frank said sternly. "She knows to behave herself. Don't you slander her."

"What a shamefully old-fashioned mindset!" Cindy reproached him. "Modern youth are free spirits, who celebrate love everywhere they find it! They don't care for your protocol and decorum!"

Free spirits...?

The look on Frank's face right then was a hideous sight to behold.

Jasper had always been a sensible, upstanding, by-the-book sort of fellow Frank refused to believe Jasper would cross the line in this

way.

им

Without replying to Cindy, Frank raised his hand to knock anyway. He had business with the boy.

Seeing that he wouldn't listen to reason, Cindy grabbed the old man by the arm and pulled him away, down the staircase to the next floor, where she felt it was safe to raise her voice and set him straight: you don't believe me, huh? Just a moment earlier, I went in there with some soup for dear Willow, and those two young lovers were locked in a passionate embrace! I saw it with my own two eyes! Our Jasper couldn't keep his hands off of that girl!"

His eyes, as grim and sharp as a falcon's, narrowed into slits as he listened to all this.

However, he did give up on calling upon Jasper "Let's get ready for bed. We're getting on in years, we shouldn't stay up too late." With

these words to Cindy, he turned and

headed back towards his own room.

Cindy glanced up the stairs, one last time, and smirked with self-satisfaction.

After dinner, she'd instructed the servants to clean Jasper's room thoroughly, making sure to get rid of any sort of contraceptives.

Let's see you avoid having children, tonight!

Chortling smugly to herself, Cindy went to wash up and get to bed.

Meanwhile, Frank was sitting on his bed, taking off his shoes, when his handphone rang. It was Zachary Price, director of the Price Group, and father of Edith Price.

He took the call, "Still up so late, Zachary?"

Zachary Price was about the same age as Jasper's father, so Frank had the clear advantage in matters of seniority.noveldrama