Actually, when Wesley Kingsley came to find Morgan Ashworth, she wanted to give him another chance. After all, his affair with Willow Crawford was already in the past, and since she liked Morgan Ashworth so much, she was sure she could make him like her.

A girl as outstanding as Wesley Kingsley would only increase Morgan Ashworth’s desire for a challenge.

However, she never expected to see this scene. If Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford were not yet disentangled, he shouldn’t have dragged her into this, using her as a pawn—this was a complete humiliation to her.

Morgan Ashworth did not dodge and took a slap from Wesley Kingsley.

He was in the wrong from the start, so he accepted those two slaps.

But Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips together, his handsome face darkened.

He could allow Willow Crawford to hit him, but that didn’t mean Wesley Kingsley could do the same to him.

Ah!

Willow Crawford quickly rushed over. Her small hand tenderly caressed the slap mark on Morgan Ashworth’s handsome face. "Miss Kingsley, I’m sorry. We did something wrong to you, but please don’t hit him. If you must hit someone, hit me. It was... it was I who seduced him."

Willow Crawford took all the responsibility upon herself.

Morgan Ashworth wrapped his arm around Willow Crawford’s soft waist and scolded, "Shut your mouth! There’s no place for you to speak here!"

Although Morgan Ashworth was scolding her, his body was very honest, holding Willow Crawford’s waist to hide her behind him.

Wesley Kingsley felt like she was fed another bowl of dog food. So even a man as cold as Morgan Ashworth had a tender side; he just gave all his tenderness to Willow Crawford.

Humph!

Wesley Kingsley left in a huff.

After Wesley Kingsley left, Willow Crawford tugged at Morgan Ashworth’s sleeve. "Miss Kingsley is gone, do you want to... chase after her?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Why would I chase her?"

"I don’t know why Miss Kingsley would come by. Now that she has seen this scene, she..."

"Do you want me to chase after her?" Morgan Ashworth bluntly asked.

Willow Crawford curled her fingers, then slowly shook her head. "No, I don’t want you to."

"Heh." Morgan Ashworth chuckled softly.

Willow Crawford, "Do you think I’m very bad?"

Morgan Ashworth held her soft waist and effortlessly lifted her onto his lap. "Congratulations, you finally have a clear understanding of yourself. Yes, you are indeed a bad woman!"

Bad woman Willow Crawford, "..."

"No, you’re not just a bad woman, you’re also a vixen!" Morgan Ashworth added.

The bad woman cum vixen Willow Crawford could only softly refute, "...I am not."

"You’re really not a vixen?"

"I’m not."

"Then I’ll go find Wesley Kingsley now." Morgan Ashworth said as he was about to get up.

"Hey!" Willow Crawford immediately wrapped her little hands around his neck, clinging to him like an octopus, not letting him go out. "Don’t go, don’t look for Wesley Kingsley."

Morgan Ashworth looked at her, "Do you admit you’re a vixen now?"

Willow Crawford bit her red lips, knowing he was kicking her while she was down, but she really couldn’t argue back now, so she nodded. "Yes, I am, I’m a vixen just here to seduce you!"

Morgan Ashworth curved his lips and kissed her red lips.

Willow Crawford wrapped her arms around his head. "Morgan Ashworth, I like you!"

Morgan Ashworth paused.

Willow Crawford pounced on him, directly knocking him down on the bed. She held his handsome face and kissed him messily, her voice tender and soft as she confessed, "Morgan Ashworth, you know, I like you so much."

In Morgan Ashworth’s heart, waves rippled, soft and messy. He admitted that he was pleased. She said she liked him.

Five years ago, she had said the same thing—that she liked him—but later, she dealt him the most painful blow.

They say a woman’s words can’t be trusted, the prettier the woman, the more deceitful, but he doesn’t care. He can’t care about that, he believes what she says.

As long as she’s willing to say she likes him, he will believe it.

Morgan Ashworth turned over, pinning her underneath him.

Right now, Willow Crawford was truly beautiful, in her early twenties, like a red rose with morning dew. She raised her flushed little face, eyes sparkling, looking at him like gentle water, rippling over his heart.

These carefree days seemed to go back to five years ago, those were the happiest days of his life.

Morgan Ashworth lowered his head, kissing her red lips.

This time, his kiss was both gentle and strong, as if it were the best response to her "I like you."

Willow Crawford shyly responded to him, hoping time would stop at this moment.

Then came the sound of knocking at the door, "thud thud thud," and Eleven’s voice came from outside, "Master."

Eleven was here.

Willow Crawford hurriedly pushed him away. "Someone’s here."

Being interrupted twice, Morgan Ashworth was already quite unhappy. With a darkened handsome face, he got up but didn’t forget to pull the blanket over Willow Crawford, instructing her in two words, "Wait here."

Willow Crawford shyly buried her little face in the blanket.

...

When Morgan Ashworth exited the room, he glared like a hawk at Eleven. "Seems you lack discernment now. When to knock and when not to knock, do I need to teach you that as well?"

Cold sweat dripped down Eleven’s forehead, "Master, Willow Crawford suddenly returned midway, and the Young Master of the Western Reaches is waiting downstairs."

No expression crossed Morgan Ashworth’s face; he merely coldly parted his thin lips, "Let the Young Master of the Western Reaches go back by himself. I won’t give him Willow Crawford."

"Master, please reconsider, the Young Master of the Western Reaches has the Heart Pill we need. If Willow Crawford doesn’t go to The Western Reaches, the Young Master of the Western Reaches won’t give us the Heart Pill. What will you do about your health then?"

Morgan Ashworth paused for a few seconds. "I can do without the Heart Pill, but Willow Crawford is what I want."

"Master, I know I shouldn’t interfere in your private matters, but... Willow Crawford once betrayed you. Moreover, you are of different statuses; aren’t you afraid she will betray you again?"

"Master, we still have our dignity. You can’t just run to her when she turns back and throws some sweetness your way. Don’t drink her enchanted potion again."

Morgan Ashworth’s handsome brow was already shadowed with gloom, "Eleven, you’ve spoken too much today!"

After finishing, he turned around and entered the room.

...

In the room, Willow Crawford had been waiting under the covers for Morgan Ashworth. Seeing him return, she revealed her watery big eyes. "Did my sudden return cause you trouble?"

"What trouble?"

"Did the Young Master of the Western Reaches also come back? Is he asking you for me? If you two fall out because of me, won’t the Young Master of the Western Reaches threaten you?"

Morgan Ashworth reached out and pinched Willow Crawford’s little face, "Since you know, behave yourself from now on. Don’t go out and provoke other men."