Chapter 47

Watching Wendy's fleeing figure, Jasper's eyes were filled with mirth.

The most fantastical period between a man and a woman was during this blurred and ambiguous time.

Jasper had already regarded Wendy as his own to love, and Wendy showed no intention of rejecting. There was no way this relationship would meet the same fate as in his previous life—over the moment it began.

Wendy did not reappear before Jasper until dinner, but even then she still dared not look at him.

It was precisely such shyness that was akin to a lotus fluttering in the cold breeze that made Wendy look particularly enchanting.

As the two talked and laughed at the dinner table, a servant interrupted them with the arrival of a guest.

The message had just been relayed when the door of the villa was pushed open, and a loud couple walked into the living room of the villa.

"Are you back already, Wendy?" the well-dressed, heavily accessorized woman asked in surprise when she saw Wendy in the dining room.

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