novelraw Chapter 1394: He Never Wants to See Her Again
Chapter 1394: He Never Wants to See Her Again
Warm the bed?
Willow Crawford’s pupils contracted sharply. That wasn’t what he initially said.
"Morgan Ashworth, let go of me!"
"I won’t!"
Morgan Ashworth’s eyes turned red. After all, he didn’t have long left to live, and he didn’t want to leave any regrets in life. Why not just take Willow Crawford now?
But just then, Morgan Ashworth’s vision went dark, and he felt a hot liquid about to burst from his nose.
He didn’t want Willow Crawford to know about his health condition, so he immediately let go of her, "Get out!"
In the blink of an eye, Willow Crawford, who had been restrained and unable to move, was discarded like a worn shoe. Willow stared at Morgan Ashworth in shock, not understanding how he mastered some extraordinary skill to turn against her so fast, "Morgan Ashworth, you..."
"Get off my bed immediately. Didn’t you understand what I said?" Morgan Ashworth picked up a lamp and violently smashed it at Willow Crawford’s face.
Willow couldn’t dodge in time. The lamp hit her directly on the forehead.
A sharp pain surged, accompanied by a streak of bright red blood sliding down. Willow Crawford paled, staring at him in a daze.
This was the first time he laid hands on her.
Morgan Ashworth hadn’t intended to hurt her. Five years ago, he cherished her in the palm of his hand. Five years later, no matter how much he resented her, he hadn’t touched a single strand of her hair.
Just now, he was too anxious and picked up the lamp in a hurry. How could he know she was still so clumsy and didn’t dodge?
Such an idiot!
"Get out! Don’t make me say it a third time!" Morgan Ashworth roared.
Willow Crawford immediately turned around and disappeared from the room as quickly as she could.
As soon as she left, Morgan Ashworth started having a nosebleed. He pulled out some tissues to block it, but it was futile. More and more blood streamed down.
"Young Master, why are you having a nosebleed? Could it be because of Willow Crawford? Every time she gets close, she seriously harms you. Last night she even dared to sneak into your room. I’ll go punish her severely right now!" Eleven said angrily.
Morgan Ashworth glanced at Eleven, "Who allowed you to touch her?"
Eleven froze.
"Listen carefully, without my permission, no one is allowed to touch her. Do you understand?"
Eleven truly didn’t understand what kind of spell Willow Crawford had cast on the young master, making him so infatuated with her, protecting her like this, "Yes, Young Master, I understand."
At that moment, Morgan Ashworth closed his eyes again and fainted once more.
"Young Master!"
...
Willow Crawford returned to her room to tend to her wound. The injury caused by the lamp was deep and painful, but it was nothing compared to the heartbreak she felt.
She realized that Morgan Ashworth truly hated her!
This realization twisted her heart painfully; the once intimate lovers had now completely turned against each other.
Willow headed out to work, ignoring the maids pointing at her,
"Look at Cynthia, her forehead is injured. They say the master used a lamp to smash it open!"
"I bet she tried to seduce the master, so he hit her with a lamp."
"Serves her right. We don’t even dare to enter the master’s room. She’s so bold, trying to seduce a noble; there’s a risk with such temptations. She should realize what lowly status she has!"
Willow ignored them, finished all her dirty and tiring work, then dragged her exhausted body back to her room and collapsed into bed but couldn’t fall asleep.
...
The next morning.
All the maids were busy at work. The housekeeper said, "Everyone, perk up. In a while, the Young Lord from The Western Reaches is coming to visit. He’s an esteemed guest of our master, so you must serve him carefully. Do you understand?"
"Understood."
Soon, two stretched luxury cars pulled up onto the lawn. Morgan Ashworth, Wesley Kingsley, and the Young Lord from The Western Reaches arrived together.
The Young Lord from The Western Reaches was elegant and very handsome; he chatted with Morgan Ashworth and Wesley Kingsley.
Willow quickly lowered her head and started helping in the kitchen.
Morgan, Wesley, and the Young Lord from The Western Reaches sat down together. The Young Lord looked brightly at Wesley, "I have long admired the daughters of the Kingsley family. Seeing the second daughter today, she is truly unparalleled in beauty."
This Young Lord had a penchant for beauties, and thus he took quite a liking to Wesley.
Wesley sweetly glanced at Morgan Ashworth, "Thank you for your compliment, Young Lord."
Morgan Ashworth, "I heard the Young Lord from The Western Reaches is quite fond of beauties. Today I arranged a performance of singing and dancing."
The Young Lord joyfully laughed, "As expected, Young Master Ashworth understands me. It’s said this place breeds exceptional people, and the girls are fresh and charming; each prettier than the last. Today, I’m in for a treat."
Then melodious music started playing, and many beauties entered, gracefully dancing.
These beauties were carefully selected to cater to the Young Lord’s preferences because he had a rare elixir in his possession; if a beauty here caught his eye, they could exchange it for the elixir.
The Young Lord’s attention was immediately captured by the dancers, looking quite pleased.
Eleven, "Bring in the food and wine."
Willow was helping in the kitchen; since Morgan disliked her so much, she tried her best to avoid appearing before him to spare him the annoyance.
The housekeeper walked in, "Everyone, take the food out. Cynthia, stay in the kitchen."
A maid asked immediately, "Housekeeper, why do we all take the food to the front hall, but Cynthia stays here? Can’t she go to the front hall?"
The housekeeper nodded seriously, "That’s the master’s order. Cynthia must stay in the kitchen today and not show herself."
Morgan Ashworth had instructed beforehand that Willow wasn’t allowed to show up.
The maids showed schadenfreude expressions, "The master really hates Cynthia, doesn’t want to see her again."
"Oh, I do feel a bit sorry for Cynthia."
A few maids left, laughing and talking. Willow’s face was pale. She didn’t know that Morgan had ordered she was to stay hidden. Evidently, he no longer wished to see her.
A few maids came up with a bad idea on their way, "Do you think if we make Cynthia appear at the banquet in the front hall, the master will get so furious he’ll kick her out?"
"Definitely, he might give her a punishment she’ll never forget. I’ve been annoyed with her for a long time; she looks just like a temptress."
"That’s a good idea. I’ll distract the housekeeper, and you trick Cynthia into going to the front hall; we’ll have a good show to watch."
"Okay."
...
Willow was working in the kitchen when two maids approached her, handing her a bottle of wine, "Cynthia, the master specifically asked for you to bring this wine over. Hurry up and take it."
Willow hesitated, "The master wants me to go over?"
"Yes, hurry up, don’t keep the master waiting."