novelraw Chapter 1354: His Large Hand Gripped Her Throat
Chapter 1354: His Large Hand Gripped Her Throat
Morgan Ashworth looked at Willow Crawford and asked, Willow, have you ever loved me?
Willow felt her eyes burning with heat, steam rising endlessly, as though scorching tears would fall the next moment, but she couldn’t cry.
Her eyes were dry, so dry that the heat burned painfully.
Willow looked at Morgan Ashworth and uttered two words, "Never."
He asked if she had ever loved him.
She answered, never.
Never ever.
Upon receiving the answer, Morgan Ashworth’s eyes instantly filled with blood, realizing she had never loved him.
These past days were all fake.
She was acting from the beginning to the end.
Ha.
Haha.
"Morgan Ashworth, this is the foxtail ring you gave me, now I return it to you!" Willow reached out and yanked the foxtail ring from her finger, throwing it to the ground with force, like discarding trash.
"Willow, come here." At this moment, Prince Rosen spoke again.
Willow left Morgan Ashworth and went to Prince Rosen’s side.
Prince Rosen reached out to embrace Willow’s shoulders, only then realizing her entire body was stiff, cold, she was simply a manipulated puppet.
Prince Rosen didn’t reveal any expression, he held Willow in his arms and then with a victor’s demeanor looked at Morgan Ashworth, "Master Ashworth, you should wake up now, Willow and I joined forces to put you to death, once we could destroy the merfolk, now we can destroy you again, Master Ashworth, go on your way peacefully."
Prince Rosen gave a signal to his subordinates, who quickly produced a silenced pistol, pressing it against Morgan Ashworth’s head.
A metallic taste surged in Morgan Ashworth’s mouth, the poison from the heart-devouring grass had invaded his heart rapidly, he drank this poisoned wine handed to him by his beloved girl, and died at her hands.
Morgan Ashworth, with blood-red and terrifying eyes, stared fixedly at Willow Crawford ahead, she was already nestled in another man’s embrace, coldly looking at him, wanting him dead.
The ground bore the foxtail ring she discarded, she trampled and humiliated all his sincerity and love.
For the first time, Morgan Ashworth truly recognized the Princess of Alani, Willow Crawford, realizing her cunning was so deep, her acting so superb, she could be so ruthless to him.
The feeling of being betrayed and abandoned twisted Morgan Ashworth’s insides, causing excruciating pain.
"Master Ashworth, my apologies, I will send you on your way now." The subordinate prepared to shoot.
But in the next moment, a figure flashed by, kicking away Prince Rosen’s subordinate, protecting Morgan Ashworth, "Master, we are here!"
Nolan had arrived.
That day, Morgan Ashworth drove Nolan away, but Nolan never really left.
Previously, in a remote village, Morgan Ashworth saved four brothers, they were Aro, Trey, Sloan, and Nolan, the four brothers had sworn a blood oath, to follow Morgan Ashworth for life, never betraying him.
Now Aro, Trey, Sloan, and Nolan had all arrived.
Morgan Ashworth, "Why have you come, leave quickly!"
"Master," Aro spoke, "We once swore never to betray, our lives were given by the master, if we leave, we leave together!"
Nolan angrily looked at Willow Crawford, "Princess Willow, do you even have a heart? Our master gave up everything for you, only to be betrayed like this, the royal family and Alani, who always boasted of their uprightness, resort to such despicable tactics. One offers his fiancée to execute a beauty trap, another stages a seduction plan. Even we merfolk ashamed to compete, laughable what is white, what is black in this world!"
These words clearly hit Prince Rosen’s sore spot, his face turned dark and revealed a sinister viciousness, he uttered one word, "Kill!"
"Sloan, Nolan, you take the master away, Trey and I will cover!"
The ensuing events remained chaotic in Willow’s memory, gunfire and bloodshed everywhere, Trey and Aro fought skillfully but were outnumbered, someone fired, Trey fell dead on the ground.
Aro sustained many knife wounds, bleeding profusely, he died kneeling, never fell, even flipped off Prince Rosen with a middle finger.
Aro was gone.
Ah!
Willow felt her head was splitting with pain, she screamed in collapse.
"Prince, these people are reckless, you and Princess Willow retreat, we’ll set off the gunpowder and blow them to death!" Prince Rosen’s henchman whispered.
Prince Rosen hadn’t anticipated Morgan Ashworth having such formidable subordinates, since Morgan Ashworth himself didn’t wish for a complete corpse, he would only let him die without a trace.
Prince Rosen held the pale faced Willow, "Willow, let’s go back."
Willow’s actions were mechanical, she didn’t want to leave, but Prince Rosen tightened his grip, forcibly taking her away.
The next second, Prince Rosen paused in his steps, Willow slowly raised her gaze, and locked eyes with Morgan Ashworth’s eerie and bloodthirsty gaze.
Morgan Ashworth had arrived!
Now, Morgan Ashworth’s poison had reached his heart and lungs, he wore a white shirt, but it was already stained with blood, he was here, blocking their path.
"Morgan Ashworth, you!" Prince Rosen was shocked, astonished at Morgan Ashworth’s explosive strength under heavy poison, he meant to speak.
But Morgan Ashworth waved his hand, Willow only saw a flash of steel, Morgan Ashworth had already thrust a dagger deep into Prince Rosen’s abdomen.
Blood spurted out, directly splashing onto Willow’s face.
The blood was hot, burning, Willow looked at Morgan Ashworth, he stared back at her, his eyes unwavering as he acted, ominous and fierce like a vengeful demon from hell.
Soon, Prince Rosen collapsed.
Morgan Ashworth discarded the knife, step by step walking toward her, she saw his fingertips still dripping with blood.
His hands were soaked in blood.
Prince Rosen’s subordinates were already terrified, not daring to advance easily.
Slowly, Morgan Ashworth approached and stopped in front of her.
Willow felt at this moment the whole world quieted, all the bloodshed had left her, her eyes and heart were filled only with this man before her.
Morgan Ashworth looked at her, then extended his hand, slowly pressing onto her throat.
Scalding tears fell in large drops, breaching a dam, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her delicate neck in his grasp, easily twisted, would snap.
At this moment, she knew, he wanted her life.
He wanted to kill her.
She looked at him in agony, tears streaming.
He equally stared viciously at her, full of hatred.
He gradually tightened his grip.
Willow was lifted off the ground, gasping for air, but she did not struggle, instead gently closed her eyes.