Chapter 123

As she entered, one of the visitors looked her way. His eyes flashed with a hint of lust, glinting menacingly. Willow sensed a blazing pair of eyes watching her, so intently that it made her skin prickle. She followed that searing gaze back to its source. There was a man with a fashionable hairstyle peering at her—but when she returned his gaze, he immediately averted his eyes. Hmm… shifty sort of fellow. The man had a pronounced pot-belly, as though six months pregnant. He had an oily face, and an ungraceful balding pattern. This was the man Willow thought she recognized, but couldn’t quite figure out where they might have met before… Facing him directly like this, it abruptly dawned on her: This was her blind date, from that time! Mr. Lawson! Remembering how the man had tried to feel her up, Willow felt a sudden surge of disgust. She turned away from him, and went over to the side table to make some coffee. She didn’t notice how Jasper’s cold, dark eyes had taken in ever