Mildred?

Willow Crawford lifted her stunning and delicate face to look at Morgan Ashworth, "Is she your new little maid?"

Morgan Ashworth reached out and ruffled Willow Crawford’s silky hair, lowering his voice, "What, are you jealous?"

Willow Crawford snorted and pinched his waist with her slender white fingers, "Are you dissatisfied with how I serve you?"

She pinched his waist, and Morgan Ashworth felt a numbness in his waist and abdomen. He quickly grasped her small hand, holding her delicate and boneless hand in his palm, "Your domains of service are different. She’s at best a little maid, while you’re the real personal maid."

"..." Willow Crawford wished she could pinch him again, shameless person.

"Let’s go back; I’m hungry." Morgan Ashworth held Willow Crawford’s small hand as they entered the villa.

Willow Crawford turned back to look at Claire Carter. Claire still stood where she was, looking nervous and uneasy, somewhat pitiful, able to evoke a man’s protective instincts.

Why did Morgan Ashworth suddenly have a little maid by his side?

After going through so much, Willow Crawford trusts Morgan Ashworth deeply. She doesn’t think Morgan Ashworth acts on impulse.

So who is this Claire Carter?

...

In the dining room.

Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford started their dinner; tonight it was Western style.

Willow Crawford intended to toast Morgan Ashworth. Being alongside a loved one on such a beautiful night is worth celebrating, but before she could reach out, Claire Carter approached Morgan, "Master, shall I help you cut the steak?"

Saying this, Claire Carter picked up a knife and fork and began cutting the steak for Morgan Ashworth.

Seeing this, Willow Crawford withdrew her hand and took a sip of wine herself.

"You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach; don’t you know?" Morgan Ashworth’s deep, gentle voice came from beside her.

Willow Crawford turned her head, glancing at Morgan Ashworth.

Morgan Ashworth reached out and took her steak, then picked up the knife and fork and actually cut the steak for her, "Open up."

He brought the cut steak to her lips.

Willow Crawford noticed Claire Carter visibly stiffen.

Claire Carter had come over to cut his steak, yet he cut hers instead. It was like a blatant slap in the face for Claire Carter, and even the most cunning person would find it embarrassing.

Willow Crawford’s heart was sweet; she opened her mouth and ate the steak Morgan fed her.

Claire Carter quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, placing the cut steak near Morgan Ashworth’s hand, her voice timid like a sparrow, "Master, the steak is cut."

Morgan Ashworth didn’t respond, maintaining a high and mighty cool demeanor, treating Claire Carter like air.

"Master, shall I pour you some wine?" Claire Carter promptly picked up the wine bottle to pour wine for Morgan Ashworth.

The next moment, her hand accidentally slipped, and the wine spilled directly onto Morgan Ashworth’s pants.

"Master, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Let me help wipe it off." Claire Carter took a tissue and reached for Morgan Ashworth’s trousers.

At this point, Willow Crawford grabbed Claire Carter’s wrist, stopping her, "No need, I’ll do it."

Claire Carter seemed about to cry, very aggrieved, "Sister Willow, am I really silly, unable to manage even these small tasks?"

Willow Crawford, "It’s okay, you can leave now."

Claire Carter had no choice but to step down.

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth, "Go upstairs, take a shower, and change your clothes."

"Alright." Morgan Ashworth went upstairs.

...

Master bedroom.

Morgan Ashworth came out after a cold shower and instantly saw Willow Crawford, gracefully standing there, hanging his black coat on the rack, ironing it.

However, she had never done such a chore before, and was curiously studying the iron, not even noticing him come out. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Morgan Ashworth walked over and stood silently behind her, softly asking, "What are you doing?"

"You startled me, why don’t you make a sound when you walk? You’re just in time, how does this iron work?"

Morgan Ashworth didn’t know how to use it either, helplessly he took the iron from her hands, "Leave it to the servants, you don’t need to do such things."

Willow Crawford turned her head, playfully pouting at him, pretending to be annoyed, "You’ve now got a little maid beside you, I feel really threatened. If I don’t learn some servant skills, I’m afraid your soul will not be in me, and be charmed away by someone else!"

Morgan Ashworth immediately wrapped his arms around her soft waist, pulling her into his embrace, and kissed her forehead, sliding down to softly peck her nose, then giving tender kisses all over her face, endlessly.

He loved, loved her jealous demeanor for his sake.

He was enjoying this moment.

Willow Crawford reached out her small hands to hug Morgan Ashworth’s firm waist, "Young Master Morgan, why did you put a green tea girl beside you?"

"Green tea?"

"Isn’t she? Constantly feigning humility and innocence, serving attentively, unhesitant to take initiative. One glass of wine spilled directly in your lap; she really gets what men like~"

Morgan Ashworth narrowed his handsome eyes, kissing her face, "You can ignore her. I will remain faithful, never letting any woman except for you touch me."

What kind of person is Morgan Ashworth? His eyes are razor-sharp; someone like Claire Carter still falls short in his view.

"That’s not acceptable, Young Master Morgan. Someone’s already making advances on you right under my nose; how can I just sit back and do nothing? You’ve forgotten, I’m Princess Willow Crawford!"

"So what do you plan to do, reprimand that little green tea girl?"

Willow Crawford blinked her long eyelashes, then pushed Morgan Ashworth, causing him to tumble onto the soft big bed.

She boldly straddled his firm waist like a queen, saying coyly, "Do you think I’d stoop that low? You brought that little green tea girl here, so you deal with her, and I only handle you!"

Morgan Ashworth’s eyes were deep and bright, he swallowed a swallow, his large hands grasping her slim waist, "So how does Princess Willow Crawford plan to handle me?"

Willow Crawford’s face flushed, but she boldly said, "Of course I’m... going to imitate those vixens, drain all your energy, hold you captive on this bed, ensuring you’ve no extra stamina for other women!"

Morgan Ashworth raised his sword-like eyebrows, revealing a bit of a mature man’s charm and allure, "Princess Willow Crawford, then I truly... look forward to it."

...

Now, this little green tea girl Claire Carter stood outside the room door. The soundproofing here was excellent, but the laughter inside still transmitted outside, no need to even look, it was clear the two inside were joyfully engaged, playing a night-time game called bed play.

Claire Carter twisted her fingers then knocked on the room door, "Master, Sister Willow..."