novelraw Chapter 1371: She Hit Him First!
Chapter 1371: She Hit Him First!
Lady Pearl was full of hope, but Willow Crawford’s single word "inappropriate" immediately poured cold water on her.
"I’ll go upstairs to change my clothes first." Willow Crawford ignored Lady Pearl and went straight upstairs.
...
Upstairs, Willow Crawford returned to her bedroom. She stood in front of the washstand and splashed her face with cold water. The arrival of Morgan Ashworth today not only caught her off guard, but she hadn’t expected him to be fancied by Lady Pearl.
Lady Pearl’s daughter, Rosalind Rowan, is stunningly beautiful, known as the top beauty around. Any man that Rosalind sets her sights on cannot escape her charm.
If she is a pure and graceful lily, then Rosalind is fiery and passionate.
Would Morgan Ashworth fall for Rosalind?
He is in his prime now and unmarried. He may have Rosalind as the first choice, but Willow Crawford as one as well. Five years ago, when he was still a handsome young man, he enchanted many campus beauties.
Just thinking about these things made Willow Crawford’s chest feel tight with discomfort.
At this moment, Willow suddenly heard footsteps outside the door; someone entered her room.
Who?
Lady Pearl?
Willow Crawford walked out, frowning with displeasure, "Madam, who gave you permission to barge into my room..."
Willow Crawford’s voice ceased abruptly because it wasn’t Lady Pearl; it was... Morgan Ashworth.
Morgan Ashworth was here, now in her room.
Today, Morgan Ashworth wore a tailored black suit, the fine fabric ironed perfectly without any creases and his bangs brushed up naturally with a slight wave, adding a touch of fashion to his mature and handsome appearance.
He now stood tall and striking by her floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his pants pocket, his profile alone so attractive it was hard to look away.
How did he get into her room?
What if someone saw?
He was truly bold.
"Mr. Linden, why are you here? This is my room. Please leave quickly!" Willow Crawford immediately issued an eviction order.
Morgan Ashworth looked at her, raising his spirited brows slightly, "What if I don’t leave?"
"Then I’ll call someone!"
"Oh, go ahead. The princess’s room hiding a man—wonder what others will think."
"You!"
"If anyone asks me, I’d say the princess fell for me, wants to keep me as her lover. This time, the princess invited me, intending to do something to me in the room, only to be caught in the act." Morgan Ashworth said with a serious face, spouting nonsense.
Willow Crawford was furious, "Mr. Linden, do you really like being called a lover?"
How could he be so shameless to utter the word "lover"?
Morgan Ashworth curved his thin lips into a devilish smile, "I don’t like the label ’lover’, but if you personally hand it to me, I’ll like it."
"..." What on earth was he doing, speaking sweet words?
"Quickly leave my room, don’t let anyone find out."
"Oh, I just wanted to visit an old friend. Where is your husband, Prince Rosen?"
Willow Crawford’s heart sank instantly, Oh no!
Morgan Ashworth surveyed the room thoughtfully, "Prince Rosen hasn’t appeared in five years. They say he needs rest for health reasons, but where exactly is he resting, if not within the royal premises?"
"I looked around, and not only is there no sign of Prince Rosen in this room, but... there are no men’s items either. It’s as if... he doesn’t live here. That’s peculiar, is it not? You, as his princess, why is there no trace of him in your life?"
The problematic situation did happen; Morgan Ashworth noticed something off. A man with his meticulous mind could easily find flaws.
It’s just that he came so suddenly today, she wasn’t prepared at all.
Lady Pearl, that utterly incompetent ally, Willow felt she’d been thoroughly tricked.
Morgan Ashworth walked around the room, then opened the wardrobe, finding it filled with her clothes. He then opened a drawer.
"Don’t mess with my things! No rummaging!" Willow Crawford hurried over, pressing down the drawer to prevent him from looking.
Did he have no manners whatsoever, barging into her room and still rummaging through her belongings, treating this place like his turf?
Seeing her flustered and concealed expression, Morgan Ashworth became intrigued, "What’s in this drawer that’s secretive, making you so nervous?"
"This... none of your business!"
Morgan Ashworth lowered his voice with a half-smile, "Could it be... condoms?"
Condoms?
What kind?
Willow Crawford glared at him fiercely.
"Maybe it’s... fun props you like?"
"Props? What props?"
"Looks like you and Prince Rosen are separated now; maybe you bought some fun props for your lonely mansion..."
Willow’s pupils shrank, staring at him in extreme shock. How could he be so... vulgar!
Willow Crawford raised her hand to slap his handsome face.
But she missed, as Morgan Ashworth grabbed her slender wrist, "Willow Crawford, before I liked you, I let you hit me. Now, if you dare to try, believe that if you hit me once, I’ll hit you back twice?"
He!
Willow Crawford’s eyes turned red. She believed it, of course, thinking about how he no longer liked her.
Then Morgan Ashworth pulled open the drawer.
His guess was wrong; the drawer didn’t contain any of those miscellaneous items, but instead held her intimate underwear.
Morgan Ashworth hesitated for a moment; he hadn’t expected to see this.
"Close your eyes, don’t look! If you dare peek again, I’ll... I’ll have someone gouge out your eyes!" Willow Crawford scolded him with ruby lips flashing white teeth, extremely furious.
Her intimate underwear being exposed to his view was an incredibly shameful situation.
"I saw it..."
"What did you see?"
"80B." Morgan Ashworth accurately named Willow Crawford’s bra size.
Willow Crawford felt a surge of heat rushing to her head, then "boom," it exploded directly—he’d asked her bra size that night, how was he so lewd now?
Willow Crawford was enraged; she ignored his earlier warning, raising her small hand and ruthlessly giving him a slap.
Whack!
Morgan Ashworth got slapped, his handsome face slanted to one side.
Willow Crawford was so furious her fingertips trembled. Morgan Ashworth’s face also darkened, his expression ominous, "Willow Crawford, did you forget what I said just now?"
"I didn’t forget! You want to hit me, then hit me, humph, go ahead, hit me." Willow willingly presented her flushed face for him to strike.
Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips together, then turned her around, pressing her fragrant shoulder against the wall, and raised his hand forcefully onto her backside.
Whack.
The crisp sound of a slap rang out, causing Willow Crawford to shrink in pain; it hurt so much.
"Stand still, don’t move!" Morgan Ashworth warned in a hoarse voice and delivered another hard slap.