novelraw Chapter 1348: Get Married on the Spot!
Chapter 1348: Get Married on the Spot!
Morgan Ashworth is leaving tonight.
At the airport, his subordinate received a call from their master. The subordinate reported in a low voice, "Master, I think the Young Master has been bewitched by Princess Willow. Over the years, the Young Master has been decisive and ruthless, our best leader. But in front of Princess Willow, he allows himself to be scolded and even listens to her every command. I believe the Young Master has become a vassal under Princess Willow’s skirt!"
The master’s aged and displeased voice came through, "Is that so?"
"Yes, from what I’ve seen, Princess Willow has slapped the Young Master several times and even attacked his vital areas."
"Unbelievable! That little brat Willow dares to ride on Miles’s head like this. How dare she humiliate our Merfolk Clan!"
The master, in anger, casually smashed a teacup, which shattered with a clang.
The subordinate felt a bit frightened.
"Listen, you must bring Miles back today. I’ve been feeling uneasy lately, convinced that something is going to happen. Miles cannot be allowed to ruin himself at the hands of Willow."
"Yes, Master!"
Hanging up the phone, the subordinate walked over to Morgan Ashworth’s side, "Young Master, it’s about time. The private jet is ready. Shall we go?"
Morgan Ashworth glanced at his phone. It was empty; there was no message from Willow.
Is she not coming tonight?
Is this how it ends between him and her?
Morgan Ashworth stood up.
"This way, Young Master."
Morgan Ashworth started walking, but his steps gradually slowed. He took out his phone and dialed Willow’s number.
The melodious ringtone rang once before it was answered. Willow picked up the phone.
Morgan’s heart stirred, just about to speak, but it wasn’t Willow on the other end; it was Vivi Xavier.
"Hey, Morgan Ashworth, do you still have the face to call Sister Willow now?"
Morgan certainly would not argue with this little girl. "Where is Willow?"
"You think just because you ask, I have to tell you?"
"Oh, Willow said she would have a date with me tonight, but she hasn’t arrived yet. I’m worried about her."
"What?" Vivi Xavier exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Willow is dating you? Impossible. Today is Sister Willow’s birthday, and Prince Rosen has taken her to a hotel to celebrate!"
Morgan Ashworth was silent for two seconds, then directly hung up the call.
On the other end, Vivi Xavier was stunned into silence, as she suddenly realized she had been tricked!
"Young Master, it’s time. We should leave now," the subordinate urged.
Morgan Ashworth didn’t move. He didn’t know today was Willow’s birthday, and Rosen was celebrating with her.
He had tried to leave, had attempted to several times, but he just couldn’t.
He simply couldn’t let go of Willow’s hand.
Morgan Ashworth turned around and started to walk away.
"Hey, Young Master, where are you going?"
...
Morgan Ashworth arrived at the hotel where today, on Willow’s birthday, Prince Rosen was hosting a birthday party for her.
Soon, he reached the entrance of the luxurious private room.
Willow’s birthday was being celebrated here. The room was beautifully decorated in a romantic princess theme, with balloons, ribbons, and white gauze everywhere.
At this moment, Willow was surrounded by the crowd, the brilliant lights casting a luminous glow on her, mesmerizing and captivating.
Willow had turned another year older. Today, she wore a white princess dress, her pure black hair flowing down, and she donned a princess tiara. She was already extremely beautiful, like a beauty stepping out of a painting, with exquisite willow leaf eyebrows, a delicate little nose, rosy lips, and skin as fair and soft as snow, utterly enchanting and captivating.
"Princess Willow, happy birthday! Here is the birthday gift we prepared for you." Many people handed gifts to Willow.
Willow received them politely, "Thank you."
"Princess Willow, it’s your birthday tonight. Hasn’t Prince Rosen arrived yet?"
"Princess Willow, everyone says that after your 18th adult ceremony, you’ll marry Prince Rosen and become the princess in the palace. At that time, we won’t get to see you anymore."
"Willow, you and Rosen are like a real-life princess and prince, we’re so envious."
At these words, Willow’s beautiful face blushed deeply, resembling a blooming rose attracting attention, "Who told you all this? That’s all nonsense."
Everyone quickly teased, "Is Princess Willow getting shy?"
"I think Princess Willow is blushing; we must have hit the mark on her secret feelings."
Teased like this, Willow’s beautiful and lively eyes shone with sweet shyness.
Morgan Ashworth stood at the door, watching Willow at that moment. She was in high spirits, speaking of Rosen as if she were a young maiden arranged for marriage, full of longing and affection for Rosen.
He had seen this side of Willow before, but it was when she was in his arms.
Morgan Ashworth’s lips immediately pressed into a cold arc; in just a few days, had she already set her heart on Prince Rosen?
Or had she always liked Rosen quite a bit?
Just then, Prince Rosen appeared, presenting a gift, "Willow, happy birthday."
Wow.
The entire room gasped because Prince Rosen’s birthday gift was a pair of crystal high heels.
The princess’s crystal high heels.
This pair of crystal high heels, which only existed in fairy tales, had actually appeared in real life.
Willow looked sweetly at Prince Rosen, "Thank you~"
Rosen immediately knelt on one knee, took Willow’s delicate foot, and personally placed the priceless crystal high heels on her feet.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
The whole crowd was clamoring.
Prince Rosen, tall and handsome, stepped forward, gently reaching out to embrace the flowery, enchanting Willow, then lowered his head to kiss her on the lips.
Perhaps it was too embarrassing for Willow, unable to carry out a kissing scene in front of so many people, so she turned her head, allowing Prince Rosen’s kiss to land on her cheek instead.
"Hahaha."
"So sweet! So sweet!"
"Get married! Marry right here!"
The whole crowd burst into laughter.
Morgan Ashworth stood alone outside the door, his narrow eyes burning like spilled ink, dark and dangerous. No wonder she didn’t care about his leaving today; she probably couldn’t wait for him to go so she could be with Rosen.
Rosen’s kiss on her cheek stabbed deeply into his eyes.
Nearby, there was a wine glass; Morgan Ashworth grabbed it and squeezed it tightly.
Bam.
The wine glass shattered in his grip.
The broken glass shards tore into his palm, and blood streamed down.
"Dance! Let’s have Prince Rosen and Princess Willow dance the first dance!" the people inside continued to cheer.
Prince Rosen gallantly extended his hand, "Princess Willow, may I have this dance with you?"
"Sure." Willow placed her small hand into Rosen’s.
Just as they were about to join hands, there was a clap, and the lights in the hall suddenly went out.