Eleven and the maids didn’t expect their master to stage a dominating CEO kiss right in the restaurant, so they all turned around, not daring to watch.

Willow Crawford’s pupils contracted, and she hurriedly pushed him away, softly chiding, "What are you doing, so many people are watching!"

Morgan Ashworth appeared nonchalant, "Who else is here?"

Willow glanced around, and Eleven along with the maids seemed to have disappeared.

"Morgan..." Willow hesitated, looking at him.

"Hmm?"

"I feel like you’re not very happy. Be honest, do you want a baby?" Although he didn’t give an answer, his kiss was forceful and domineering, making her feel a bit of anger.

She said she didn’t want a baby for now, he must be angry about it.

She couldn’t hide the truth about her condition; she wanted to find a chance to discuss it with him properly.

Morgan picked up the medicine bowl and began to feed her the medicine again, "If I say that I am indeed not happy and that I do want a baby, would you change your mind and stop taking this medicine to have a baby for me?"

This...

Willow hesitated.

"You see, you wouldn’t change for me, so my wishes don’t matter at all." With that, Morgan put down the bowl of medicine and got up to leave.

Willow quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going?"

"I have some work to do, you take care and rest well." Morgan left.

Willow watched his back, wanting to call out to him. He hadn’t eaten a bite of breakfast, but thinking about her own broken body incapable of bearing a child for him, she couldn’t speak up.

Not to mention his condition, the toxic herb in his body...

Willow was in a state of turmoil; there were still many issues between them. She wanted to contact her mother, but Morgan was quite resistant to this, and she didn’t dare to test his limits anymore.

...

Morgan got into his luxury car, feeling downcast, as if weighed down by a huge stone, suppressing him and making it hard to breathe.

If he stayed inside even a second longer, he might lose his temper, but he didn’t want to do that.

He and she finally had this sweet and tender time together; he cherished it and did not want to break it, nor did he want to make Willow sad and upset.

He wanted a baby.

His time was running out. He wanted Willow to bear him a child, who would be their flesh and blood.

A boy, like him.

A girl, like her.

Both would be great.

Morgan took a deep breath, suddenly realizing that this was unfair to Willow and the child; in the future, she would lose a husband and the child a father. It was too selfish of him.

There was no need for her and the child to pay for his selfishness.

Never mind, it’s fine as it is now.

At this moment, Eleven spoke, "Master, we have investigated the matter of the Demon Bell Charm Skill."

Morgan withdrew his thoughts, pursing his lips, "Speak."

"The Demon Bell Charm Skill from our clan comes from the Carter family, but this massive family was destroyed years ago by Serena Sterling, leaving only the Carter mother and daughter escaping."

"However, Laura Carter mysteriously disappeared five years ago. We haven’t been able to track her, but we found the Carter daughter, Claire Carter. We have detained her, but she refuses to say anything and is very tight-lipped."

Morgan’s eyes darkened. That the heir of the Demon Bell Charm Skill, Laura Carter, mysteriously disappeared five years ago; five years ago, such a coincidental time point.

Could it be that everything Willow said was true, that the one Prince Rosen had under control five years ago was Laura Carter?

Prince Rosen was a suitable royal heir, strategic and calculating. He knew his time was short, so he most probably had secretly dealt with Laura Carter before he died.

Because Rosen would not let anyone know he used the Bewitching Technique from the Merfolk Clan; he was a high and mighty, historically renowned great prince.

"Now the Carter family has fallen, leaving only Claire Carter alive. It seems Claire is smart enough to realize that once she speaks, it’s the end of the road for her, so the only way to save herself is by biting down hard and saying nothing." Morgan said.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Morgan lifted his handsome eyes indifferently, "Release her and let her attend to me personally."

Eleven was shocked, "Master, Claire Carter will definitely use the Demon Bell Charm Skill. It’s too dangerous to keep her by your side. Aren’t you afraid she’ll use the charm on you?"

Morgan curved his thin lips into a slight arc, now realizing that Willow had not been lying; she truly had not betrayed him five years ago and was merely under the control of the Demon Bell Charm Skill.

That Demon Bell Charm Skill had caused them to part ways and miss out on five whole years.

"Then I’ll see for myself whether the Demon Bell Charm Skill from our clan can control me as well." Morgan said.

...

In the evening, Willow was waiting for Morgan to return home. Soon, two car lights streaked through the floor-to-ceiling windows; Morgan’s car had arrived.

Willow quickly opened the villa’s door and ran outside. A stretch limo had stopped on the lawn, and Morgan got out.

"Morgan!"

As soon as Morgan got out of the car, he heard a soft, sweet voice calling him. He looked up to see Willow, dressed in a white dress, black hair cascading down beautifully, standing cutely under the antique palace lanterns in the corridor, gazing at him with watery eyes.

The next second, Willow ran towards him.

Morgan stood still, watching her, picturesque as she ran to him. If not for the Demon Bell Charm Skill five years ago, she would have become his girl long ago.

Willow ran over and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her small hands around his strong waist.

Morgan simultaneously opened his powerful arms to catch her, buried his face in her hair, and slowly smiled, "Why are you so happy?"

Willow smiled with arced eyebrows, "Every day, every minute, every second with you is so happy."

Morgan’s heart melted; he finally felt a bit of reality—she loved him.

Loved him before.

Loves him now.

Has always loved him.

"Morgan, did you think of me today?" Willow asked sweetly.

Morgan hugged her tighter, placing a kiss on her hair, "No..."

"Hmm?"

"No need to think, because... you’re in my heart."

Willow’s heart felt sweet, oh dear, he’s getting better and better at sweet talk. She stood on tiptoe, wanting to give him a kiss as a reward.

But the next second, a timid girl’s voice was heard, "Mas...Master, Sister Willow..."

Willow looked up to see a beautiful girl appear behind Morgan, looking about eighteen, like a porcelain doll, with a hint of a youthful Willow.

"Who is this?" Willow asked.

Before Morgan could speak, Claire Carter came forward, looking tense, "Sister Willow, I... I’m Mildred, I will... serve the master from now on..."