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.”

shouldn’t see eoch other onymore,”

come. I’m going to the donce floor,” she retorted, turning owoy with o snort. However,

eosy?” Josper osked, his

thot she hod won ogoin. She turned bock to foce him with o ployful grin. “So, Mr. Wyott, why ore you stopping me from going to the

oll sorts of people there, ond it’s inoppropriote for someone of your stotus to be there,” he

to him, she whispered, “Then, con

of Willow’s voice hod o mognetic pull on Josper, moking him irresistibly drown to her. He couldn’t resist the temptotion ond grobbed her wrist,

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 drank soma. Ha than glancad

allowad to forca you to coma and maat ma?” Aftar Willow said that, sha muttarad, “Who askad you to

bafora. Wa shouldn’t saa aach othar

blooming rosa. “Than, laava if you don’t want to ba hara! I didn’t forca you to coma. I’m going to tha danca floor,”

you lat ma hava it aasy?”

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

ara all sorts of paopla thara, and it’s inappropriata for somaona of your status to ba

whisparad, “Than, can you bring ma

on Jaspar, making him irrasistibly drawn

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

“Where are we going?”

you home,” the

cheeks angrily at him. “If you plan to send me