Willow Crawford shouted her innocence in her heart. When did she go and provoke other men?

The young master of The Western Reaches wasn’t someone she actively sought out; he showed up himself.

But Willow didn’t dare to say that out loud, so she nodded obediently, "I understand."

Willow then added, "I want to take a bath."

Morgan Ashworth looked at her, "Want to bathe together?"

Willow’s face turned red like a cooked shrimp, "No... Can you let me get used to it first..."

"What, you haven’t bathed with Prince Rosen before?" Morgan Ashworth asked softly.

What?

Willow looked at him in surprise.

Morgan Ashworth pursed his thin lips, realizing he had touched upon an unpleasant topic that would only make him sulk, unhappy.

"Go ahead and take your bath then." Morgan Ashworth sat up straight and released her.

Willow realized that he didn’t yet know that Prince Rosen had already died, so he cared about that marriage. If it were her, she would care too, she’d be mad with jealousy.

Willow sat up and reached her two small hands to hug his firm waist from behind, burying her little face in his broad shoulder. At this moment, actions spoke louder than words; once she became his woman, he would naturally understand everything.

"Morgan Ashworth, wait for me, I’ll be quick with my bath."

She hugged him tightly and whispered softly in his ear. Morgan Ashworth’s brief displeasure was quickly soothed, "If you dawdle any longer, we’ll just bathe together."

With that, Morgan Ashworth reached out to grab her.

Willow let out a startled cry and ran away laughing. She bounced into the bathroom.

Afraid he might peek, she secretly locked the door.

Morgan Ashworth chuckled. What did she take him for? If he wanted to see, could a flimsy door stop him?

Morgan Ashworth waited outside for a long time. The sound of running water never stopping, she had been bathing for ages and he felt like a century had passed.

Morgan Ashworth grew impatient and walked to the bathroom door, "Are you done bathing yet?"

Willow’s voice came from inside, "Not yet."

"Why are you taking so long?"

"I’m not, I’ve just started." She wanted to clean herself thoroughly, and be fragrant.

Morgan Ashworth placed a large hand on the doorknob, intending to open the door, "Open up, let me in."

"No! Can’t you wait a bit?"

Her last ’bit’ was so sweet, the slightly rising tone carried the unique coquettishness of a young girl. It sent Morgan Ashworth’s waist and abdomen into a tingle, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling twice, now he only wanted to do one thing—to dismantle the door in front of him.

Just as Morgan Ashworth was about to act, he felt sweetness at his throat and an impulse to cough up blood.

The poison of the heart-breaking herb had invaded his heart arteries, and without the heart pill, his body had reached its limit.

Morgan Ashworth closed his eyes and forcefully suppressed the sickly sweetness at his throat. With a hoarse voice, he called out, "Willow Crawford."

Inside, Willow Crawford had finished her bath and was dressing. She responded, "Mm, I’m here."

"Tonight forget about it, I’m going back to my room."

What?

He didn’t want her anymore?

She had bathed, prepared everything, and now he suddenly said he didn’t want her?

Willow Crawford suddenly felt played, "Morgan Ashworth, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Morgan Ashworth snorted coldly in disdain, "You’re taking too long, my passion has been worn out by you."

"... Morgan Ashworth!" Willow Crawford quickly dressed, opened the door, intending to confront him, but outside it was empty, Morgan Ashworth was gone, nowhere to be seen.

Willow Crawford tugged at her clothes with her fingers, stomping in anger.

...

The next day, Willow Crawford got out of bed and opened the door, finding someone waiting outside for a long time—Eleven.

"Miss Crawford, I have something to tell you." Eleven’s face was extremely grave; Morgan Ashworth returned to his room last night and vomited blood, the situation was dire.

"Eleven, what do you want to say to me?"

"Miss Crawford, the young master of The Western Reaches is deeply devoted to you. He hasn’t left and keeps waiting for you to change your mind. Please leave with him."

Willow Crawford furrowed her delicate eyebrows, "Eleven, I know you never liked me. Yes, I did things that wronged Morgan Ashworth before, but now I’ll use my remaining life to make up for it. From now on, I’ll love him well."

Willow Crawford expressed her heart’s intent; she wanted to be with Morgan Ashworth forever, endlessly.

Eleven’s eyes turned red; there was no time left, his master couldn’t wait any longer!

With a thud, Eleven directly knelt before Willow Crawford, "Miss Crawford, this time I’m begging you, please leave with the young master of The Western Reaches."

Willow Crawford was shocked; in her understanding, Eleven was definitely a strong man, the kind who’d bleed but not shed tears, how could he kneel to a woman, especially one he despised?

"Eleven, get up first, let’s talk properly; I don’t deserve your kneeling." Willow Crawford tried to help Eleven up.

But Eleven did not get up, with reddened eyes he pleaded with Willow Crawford, "If you don’t agree, I’ll remain kneeling."

Willow Crawford’s delicate brows furrowed deeper; she sensitively sensed something amiss, "Eleven, why do you insist I leave with the young master of The Western Reaches, is it... because he has something you want?"

Eleven remained silent; his master instructed him not to reveal anything, he couldn’t say it.

Silence equaled consent, Willow Crawford continued to ask, "What is that thing?"

"Miss Crawford, please don’t make it difficult for me..." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"If you don’t say, then I won’t leave with the young master of The Western Reaches!"

Eleven clenched his fist, "It’s a heart pill, we need that heart pill..."

Before Eleven finished speaking, a cold, grim voice came from his side, "Eleven, haven’t you learned to keep your mouth shut?"

Morgan Ashworth was here.

Eleven was startled, "Master, I..."

Morgan Ashworth’s handsome face was clouded; he looked at Eleven, displeased, "You no longer need to wait upon me. Go reflect on your mistakes yourself!"

Eleven froze; he never expected the punishment to be so severe, his master directly dismissed him, "Master!"

Morgan Ashworth had no desire to hear Eleven speak further; he walked over and took Willow Crawford’s small hand, "Let’s go."

The two went downstairs, Morgan Ashworth spoke softly, "Hungry? Let’s eat first."

Willow Crawford slowly paused her steps, withdrawing her small hand from his palm, "Morgan Ashworth, are you hiding something from me?"

Morgan Ashworth shook his head, "No."

"Really? Then what does the heart pill mean?" Willow Crawford asked.