To think he would actually hold her up.
By ‘hold’, Willow didn’t mean this.
Mr. Hughes probably didn’t learn his language well so he couldn’t understand what she meant.
Willow was lifted to the point where her heels had left the ground, so she had to stand on tiptoes. Her other arm was grasping her tray tightly in fear of the red wine shattering to the ground.
Those were worth twenty thousand dollars.
Held in her hand was twenty-thousand dollars worth of red wine. Standing before her was a man’s icy expression with a blizzard raging behind his dark eyes, threatening to freeze her whole being.
Willow’s chest tightened under the pressure and she panicked.
Her eyelashes were quivering as she blinked nervously. She urged in a weak voice, “Mr. Hughes, calm down. Please put me down. I can’t breathe…”
She was wearing a tight-fitted V-neck dress. His fist was pressing against her throat when he lifted her by the collar, and his knuckles were obstructing her breathing.
Her throat was hurting while she suffocated.
Willow was terrified. She was weak as an ant in the presence of Jasper’s masculinity. It felt as if he could crush her to death at any moment.
Jasper’s cold gaze was on her. Her cheek had reddened from the suffocation, and further down, her thighs were about to be exposed as a result of him lifting her up by her short dress.
The other three men in the room were watching them eagerly.
They could easily notice Willow’s thighs with the way they were staring.
Jasper felt a spark of irritation and frowned. He let her go.
Having lost the man’s support, Willow lost her balance and staggered backward. She tried hard to balance herself, but it didn’t work.
She fell to the ground with a thud.
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