"Then I forgive you." Willow Crawford took the initiative and kissed him lightly.

Her obedient, soft, and sweet demeanor made Morgan Ashworth very happy. His hand fell on her maid uniform, ready to pull it apart.

She had agreed to serve him, but now it seemed he had to undress both his clothes and hers.

However, he was very willing.

At that moment, Morgan Ashworth suddenly stiffened because the poison of the Heartbreak Grass in his body had acted up again, and now the frequency was getting ever higher. It was already uncontrollable, and always occurred when he and Willow Crawford were in the sweet moment about to consummate their love.

Morgan Ashworth immediately let go of Willow Crawford.

Willow Crawford was in the heat of the moment and looked at Morgan Ashworth who suddenly stopped with confusion, "What’s wrong with you?"

Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips together, "I’ll take a shower first, and you go out."

Willow Crawford wrapped her arms around his neck, "I don’t want to go out..."

Morgan Ashworth removed her small hand, his voice coldly commanded, "Stop making a fuss, and go out first."

Willow Crawford sensitively perceived his change. It seemed he was like this the last two times, too. If she guessed correctly, it must be the Heartbreak Grass in his body acting up.

"I’ll stay and accompany you, I..."

"No need!" Morgan Ashworth pushed Willow Crawford away coldly. "I don’t want to see you now because... I suddenly remembered you are a divorced woman. The tricks you’re playing now you’ve already played with Prince Rosen before, right? I’m not that magnanimous, I know I’m wearing the little broken shoes Prince Rosen has worn before!"

Morgan Ashworth had to say such cold and harsh words to humiliate her. He needed to drive her away; he didn’t want her to see him when the poison acted up.

Willow Crawford’s fair eyes slowly reddened. She took a deep breath, "Alright, I’ll go out."

Willow Crawford walked out.

Once her footsteps faded into the distance, Morgan Ashworth felt blood flowing from his nose; his time really was running out.

He had never been afraid of death, but now he was. The carefree and joyful moments spent with her had not been enough; he couldn’t let go.

He was terrified of dying.

Really afraid and very scared.

He feared that once he died, she would be taken by other men, until there would be Prince Rosen number one, number two, number three... Maybe then he would come back from the grave.

...

Willow Crawford didn’t walk far and stood outside the door, leaning against the wall.

She knew he didn’t intentionally say those hurtful words; it was because the poison had acted up. Right now, he must be feeling very bad.

She had personally fed him the Heartbreak Grass; it was all her mistake. But now, there was nothing she could do.

She couldn’t even go in to accompany him; a door separated the two, and this must be the farthest distance in the world. She couldn’t get close to him.

She didn’t want him to die.

She wouldn’t let him die.

As long as he was alive, she was willing to do anything, even if it meant exchanging her life.

At this moment, Willow Crawford saw Morgan Ashworth’s phone left on the bed, and her heart skipped a beat; her mind started to race.

Morgan Ashworth didn’t like her contacting the outside world, but his body couldn’t wait any longer. She had to contact her mother because only her mother could save Morgan Ashworth’s body, and that would break the stalemate.

She had to make a call to her mother.

Willow Crawford quietly walked over, picked up the phone, and quickly dialed her mother’s number.

But the call wouldn’t go through; the IP line had already been intercepted.

Willow Crawford’s heart sank; this was definitely Morgan Ashworth’s doing because her request to contact her mother had already alerted him, so he had cut off all forms of communication with her family.

What should she do?

At that moment, Willow Crawford saw the Western Reaches Master’s phone number on the phone, and her eyes lit up. She couldn’t leave with the Western Reaches Master, but she could ask the Western Reaches Master to deliver a message.

Willow Crawford dialed the Western Reaches Master’s number.

After a while, a "click" sound was heard as the bathroom door opened, and Morgan Ashworth came out.

Morgan Ashworth had taken a cold shower, wearing black silk pajamas, with his wet short hair dripping water, making him look young and handsome though his face was somewhat sickly pale and haggard.

"Why are you still here?" Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips together.

Willow Crawford walked over and hugged his firm waist, "Morgan Ashworth, I’m waiting for you~"

Morgan Ashworth saw she wasn’t angry but rather softly clinging to him like a kitten. He really wanted to embrace her tightly, but feared the poison might act up again tonight, forcing him to ask her to leave his room.

"It’s very late today, I still have work, you should go to your own room and sleep."

Willow Crawford refused to leave, holding her exquisite little face up and looking at him with sparkling eyes, "Can I stay here tonight? I want to sleep with you."

"No."

"Why not?" Willow Crawford pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks, "Morgan Ashworth, are you hiding something from me?"

Morgan Ashworth, "What thing?"

"For instance... your body, these past few days whenever we reach a critical moment you seem to fizzle out, is your body... failing?"

What was she saying?

Did she say he was failing?

He was in his prime, a young man full of vigor; how could he be failing?

"Morgan Ashworth, why do you look so unwell, did I hit the nail on the head, making you angry from embarrassment, are you or are you not... a man!"

"..." Morgan Ashworth instantly clenched his fist. Fine, great, tonight he would prove to her whether he was a man!

He wanted her to cry and beg for mercy.

"Willow Crawford, just you wait for me!" Morgan Ashworth reached out to grab her.

But Willow Crawford laughed as she skipped away; she saw through the strain in his body; she had only told a dirty joke to make him laugh.

Willow Crawford playfully made a funny face and then dashed out, "Master, work well, Cynthia will obediently go to sleep."

Her charming silhouette disappeared from sight. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Morgan Ashworth was amused and smiled, curling his thin lips, with faint joy and affection spreading across his brow.

These days were truly wonderful.

...

In the dead of night, everyone was asleep, and it was silent with no sound at all. Willow Crawford sneaked out.

Outside, the Western Reaches Master had already arrived, waiting for Willow Crawford.

"Cynthia, you finally came, has Young Master Ashworth gone to sleep?"

Willow Crawford nodded, "He’s asleep, Western Reaches Master, I want to ask you for help with something."

"Just say it, what is it?"

Willow Crawford took out one of her hair ties and handed it to the Western Reaches Master, "Western Reaches Master, please help me deliver this to the Crawford couple."

The Crawford couple?

The Western Reaches Master was startled, "Cynthia, are you talking about the world-famous Crawford couple?"

Willow Crawford nodded, "Yes."

Willow Crawford didn’t reveal her identity to the Western Reaches Master. Tonight was too quiet, and she had an uneasy feeling, suspecting something bad was about to happen.