Watching her performance?

Willow Crawford gripped the microphone tightly. With their current relationship, she didn’t have the right to refuse, especially since she needed something from him. He was taking advantage of the situation.

...

In the evening.

Willow Crawford was in the room when a maid walked in, "Miss Crawford, it’s time for a bath. We’ve prepared a milk and rose petal bath for you."

These maids seemed to know Morgan Ashworth was coming back and that she would serve him tonight, so now they were suggesting she bathe and freshen up.

"Miss Crawford, this is the nightgown you’ll wear tonight. We’ve set it out for you."

Willow Crawford glanced at the nightgown by the bed; it was a black lace design, very sensual, somewhat like lingerie.

Could it be that Morgan Ashworth likes this style?

These maids seemed very experienced, from preparing the bath to setting out the nightgown, which made Willow Crawford wonder whether Morgan Ashworth had favored many women before and if she was the Nth one.

The maid retreated, and Willow Crawford entered the bathroom to soak in a bath, then put on the black lace nightgown, but she covered it with a knitted cardigan, making her look somewhat overdressed.

Willow Crawford returned to her room, sitting at the vanity, holding a hairdryer to dry her hair.

Soon, there was movement outside; it was the voice of a maid, "Master, you’re back?"

Morgan Ashworth had returned.

In the next second, with a "click," the door was opened, and Morgan Ashworth’s tall, handsome figure entered her vision.

Their eyes met, and Willow Crawford instantly stood up, staring at him blankly.

Morgan Ashworth had already removed his coat; he was now wearing a tailored black shirt and pants. His handsome face was like jade, and the soft wave of bangs on his forehead highlighted his youthful vigor.

Willow Crawford always felt that although five years had passed, Morgan Ashworth still had that clean and cool youthful charm that made hearts race.

Morgan Ashworth walked in, closed the door, and approached her step by step.

Willow Crawford’s big, wet eyes stared at him, her mind blank.

Morgan Ashworth reached out and took the hairdryer from her hand, then grabbed her slender wrist and led her straight to the bed.

He was too direct.

Willow Crawford struggled a bit and whispered, "Do you...want to take a bath first? I can run the bathwater for you."

Morgan Ashworth encircled her slender waist and pulled her into his arms; under his fringe, his eyes were dark, bright, and hot, "I’ve already showered at the office."

He...

Willow Crawford’s red lips were directly kissed.

Her brain slowly became short of oxygen, and breathing became difficult again. Willow Crawford’s small hands had nowhere to go and could only nervously clutch at his shirt shoulder; soon, her body lost gravity, and he pushed her onto the soft bed.

Morgan Ashworth began to tear at her clothes, complaining, "Why are you wearing so much?"

Willow Crawford said, "...I’m cold."

Morgan Ashworth said, "I’ll warm you up soon!"

Willow Crawford’s cute face instantly flushed; she wasn’t quite used to these beastly words, so she pressed his impatient hand, "Oh, slow down, don’t ruin my clothes."

Every time he came over, he was like this, all hurried and anxious.

"If your clothes are torn, I’ll have someone buy new ones for you. What do you like? Clothes, bags, jewelry, jewels... I’ll buy them all for you!"

Was this sweet talk? Willow Crawford’s lips curved into a smile.

Morgan Ashworth pulled off the outer cardigan and saw the black lace nightgown underneath. His movements paused, and he gazed at her with burning eyes, "So compliant today, hmm?"

Willow Crawford asked, "Do you like it?"

"I like it."

Willow Crawford reached out to hug his neck, "Then tell me, how many women have worn such nightgowns before?"

Morgan Ashworth’s brows knitted, not understanding what she was saying, "What do you mean?"

"This nightgown was prepared by your maids, and they arranged a milk rose bath for me, clearly treating me as the favored concubine for tonight. Young Lord Ashworth, it seems you have a harem of beauties."

Morgan Ashworth’s mood instantly darkened; he thought she had worn this voluntarily to please him, but it turned out she was coerced.

"What harem of beauties? Except for you, no one has ever climbed into my bed."

"This bed maybe not, but what about the other beds outside?"

"Willow Crawford, what are you trying to say?"

Willow Crawford couldn’t keep secrets, so she confronted him, "Last time I called you, it was a woman who answered. That woman said you were showering. Who is she, your new lover or old flame?"

There was such a thing?

Morgan Ashworth recalled that except for the female secretary some time ago, he had no woman by his side.

The female secretary answered his phone while he was showering?

That was truly unforgivable!

"Morgan Ashworth, are you pretending to be clueless? Last time, I said a few things to you, and you slammed the door. Seeing your angry expression, I almost believed you were a pure-hearted boy."

Morgan Ashworth looked down at her from above, "Done talking?"

"Done."

"Willow Crawford, listen carefully. I was unaware that the female secretary answered my phone. I’ve already dismissed her. I have no relationship with her, not just her; I have no relationship with any woman except for you. You are my first and only woman!"

What was he saying?

Willow Crawford’s eyes widened in shock, staring at him.

She had already convinced herself that during these five years apart, if he had any romantic flings, it was the consequence she caused; she should slowly let go, slowly accept it, but now he suddenly told her he had no woman, only her?

"Why, Willow Crawford, you don’t seem to believe me."

Willow Crawford’s lashes trembled, unable to regain her composure for a long time, "Are you serious? Have you really never been with another woman, just like me, both first-timers?"

Morgan Ashworth lowered his head, wanting to bite her red lips hard as punishment, but her lips were soft and tender like pudding, so he couldn’t bear to bite forcefully and could only peck at them, "Now you’re pleased, proud even, the little fox’s tail is about to show again, right? Yes, I’m just a pure-hearted boy, laughed at by you for my lack of skill."

"..." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Willow Crawford was incredibly shocked inside, but soon joy surged forth even more. He and she had gone through many trials and tribulations, but never strayed; there was no regret left between them.

"Willow Crawford, are you willing now?"

"Willing for what?"

"To be my woman."

Willow Crawford tightly hugged his neck, lifted her body to kiss his handsome face, "Morgan Ashworth, whether you believe it or not, I must tell you, I love you, loved you in the past, love you now, will always love you."

As soon as the words fell, Morgan Ashworth forcefully pressed her back down, hoarsely saying, "Then let me truly feel your love for me now!"