Chapter 373

The housekeeper shook his head. “All he’s said is that, without his permission, you’re not allowed to leave the backyard.” Willow was stunned by this. There was nothing in the backyard besides a bunch of worthless antiques. Nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and nothing she could use to help ward off the cold. If Jasper kept this up, she would die here, either from starvation or exposure. Fuming, Willow spun around on her heel and stormed off back into the gallery. Before she knew it, it was already afternoon. It had been a long time since her last meal, or even her last sip of water. Debilitating hunger had left her weak and dizzy, unsteady on her feet. When she took a single step forward, her vision swam with stars. She’d been naive to presume that Jasper would fear for her life. She’d underestimated the ruthlessness of that tyrant. She saw now the truth of his cold, black heart—he didn’t care if she lived or died! Threatening him with suicide had been so stupid of her