Chapter 178

Grandma Cindy came in with a bowl of soup, still steaming-hot. “Willow dear, I noticed you didn’t eat much at dinner earlier, so I made you some soup to help tide you over—” She trailed off mid-sentence when her eyes fell upon the two of them, entwined together upon the bed: Willow wrapped up in Jasper’s arms, nuzzling tenderly against his chest; Jasper with his bathrobe in disarray, as Willow’s hands groped him hungrily. Grandma Cindy fell silent abruptly, at the sight of this intimate scene. Willow realized that she was a little too close to Jasper at the moment, which might give someone the wrong idea. Sucking in a sharp, cold gasp of air, she dove under the blanket in a mad frenzy, trying to disappear from sight. She could feel her whole face on fire with humiliation. If only she could dig a grave for herself and just die now. Grandma Cindy clearly didn’t think there was anything to be embarrassed about. Rather than being surprised, she appeared delighted, beaming from ea