My Four Miraculous Treasures novel Chapter 13

The more chaotic it was, the more mistakes occurred. The more Willow wanted to avoid offending Jasper, the more things seemed to happen.

Cold sweat broke out on Willow's back as she quickly bent over to pick up the shards of the broken teacup.

"Ouch..."

Willow cut her hand on the sharp porcelain fragments. She gasped in pain; she was about to put her finger in her mouth, when a fierce chill swept up her spine.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her wrist. A strong pull lifted her from her crouching position, forcing her to stand.

Willow looked up, and met Jasper’s eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat. The man exuded an imposing presence, his gaze intense.

Just by locking eyes with him, Willow subconsciously tensed and got ready for battle.

Jasper lowered his head, and looked at her finger. A drop of blood oozed from her fingertip; it dripped down her slender white finger, like a blood-red snake.

Jasper's heart stirred slightly. He grabbed a tissue from the meeting table, and skillfully wrapped her wound.

His voice was cold as he rebuked her. "Why are you so clumsy? If you can't do the janitorial work properly, don't do it at all!"

Willow was flustered. She quickly pulled her hand back, bowing apologetically. "I'm sorry! I'll be more careful next time. Janitorial work is easy, and I'll do it well."

She hurriedly crouched again to pick up the fragments on the ground.

During the meeting just now, Jasper's intimidating and stern image had left a deep impression on her. Each executive had been careful and restrained, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Willow was also affected, and she could feel the weight of Jasper's authority.

She definitely didn't want to be fired.

Tyson Ward, the assistant, approached with concern. He asked anxiously, "Mr. Hughes, are you okay?"

Jasper had walked over to the janitor in a blink of an eye, and Tyson hadn't had time to react.

He never expected that Jasper, usually fierce and indifferent, would suddenly care about the well-being of a janitor's hand.

There was a hint of undisguised astonishment in Tyson's words.

"I'm fine," Jasper said, his voice calm yet authoritative. He turned around and strode out of the conference room.

The woman was about to lick her injured hand, which could lead to bacterial infection. Didn't she realize that?

Jasper didn't know why he had acted on impulse to pull her away from that situation.

Perhaps it was because the feeling she gave him when he first saw her was reminiscent of the woman who had saved him five years ago.

Driven by this familiar sensation, he had stepped forward.

Back in his office, Jasper instructed Tyson, "Replace the teacups in the conference room with plastic ones."

Tyson paused for a moment, then nodded. "Understood, Mr. Hughes. By the way, the autumn fashion show is scheduled for next week. Our company has yet to finalize the plan. I'm worried we're running out of time. Should we consider postponing the event?"

Jasper had rejected many proposals in the conference room earlier, and his brows remained furrowed. It seemed none of the options had satisfied him.

Jasper said, "No need. If time wasn't pressing, would those guys give it their all?"

With that, he waved his hand, indicating for Tyson to leave.

Tyson bowed, then exited the office.

Willow, who had finished tidying up the conference room, came out and ran into Tyson. She nodded and smiled at him as a form of greeting, then walked past him.

Tyson also nodded slightly, his gaze following her figure. She had a slim and well-proportioned body, slender yet full of charm. Her face was fair and innocent, reminiscent of a high school student.

Did Jasper approach her on his own accord because he had taken an interest in her?

Tyson was curious, but he didn't dare to speculate about his boss's thoughts without basis.