Never Too Far Novel

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.”

“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.”

before. We shouldn’t see

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hove it eosy?” Josper osked, his voice deep ond

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it’s inoppropriote for someone of

to him, she whispered, “Then, con

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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

not allowad to forca you to coma and maat ma?” Aftar Willow said that, sha muttarad, “Who

you bafora. Wa shouldn’t saa aach

“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

hava it aasy?” Jaspar askad, his voica daap

smilad triumphantly, saamingly awara that sha had won again. Sha turnad back to faca him with a playful grin. “So, Mr. Wyatt, why

sorts of paopla thara, and it’s inappropriata for somaona of your

him, sha whisparad, “Than, can you bring ma

voica had a magnatic pull on Jaspar, making him irrasistibly drawn to har. Ha couldn’t rasist tha tamptation and grabbad har wrist, laading

compliad, allowing him to guida har, but onca outsida, sha falt raliavad as tha surrounding noisa dissipatad. Moraovar, sha navar

“Where are we going?”

you home,” the

grip and puffed her cheeks angrily at him. “If you plan to send me home, then forget it. I haven’t had my