Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1395: Stunning Little Maid

Recalling Morgan Ashworth’s indifferent face, Willow Crawford didn’t want to provoke his anger anymore, so she took the wine bottle and walked into the banquet hall.

The song and dance performance continued, firmly capturing the attention of the Young Lord of The Western Reaches. Willow quietly entered from one side and approached Morgan Ashworth.

"Master, your wine."

Morgan Ashworth looked up, immediately spotting Willow beside him. His narrowed eyes suddenly widened, icy and sullen, "Who let you come?"

Willow’s heart trembled, "Wasn’t it you who asked me to come over?"

Thinking for a moment, Morgan Ashworth figured out what had happened: this Young Lord of The Western Reaches had a penchant for beauty, so he had instructed that Willow should not make an appearance. It’s clear now someone disobeyed his orders, playing tricks right under his nose.

"Leave!" Morgan Ashworth spat out a cold word.

Willow paused; he had called her over to deliver wine just to humiliate her with a "Leave", "Alright."

Willow turned to leave.

Wesley Kingsley sat beside Morgan Ashworth, naturally noticing his cold and heartless attitude towards Willow, "Young Master Ashworth, why do you get angry every time you see Cynthia?"

Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips, "Because... I really dislike her."

"If you dislike her, then why not send her away, instead of keeping her by your side?"

Morgan Ashworth said nothing.

Wesley Kingsley should have been happy that the man she liked disliked another woman, but she wasn’t, because in her understanding Morgan Ashworth possessed extraordinary self-control and calm. His emotions were above any external influence. Except for Cynthia.

Every time Cynthia appeared, Morgan Ashworth couldn’t control his temper, flying into a rage.

Cynthia seemed able to sway him, which gave Wesley Kingsley a deep sense of crisis.

The Young Lord of The Western Reaches admired the performance, and his gaze was suddenly drawn by a slender figure. Although it was far away, as a man with a taste for beauty, he instinctively perceived it with acute sensitivity. So even as Willow approached the door, he spotted her immediately.

"You, stop!" shouted the Young Lord.

Willow stopped at the door.

Morgan Ashworth’s eyes darkened, his handsome face flashing as he worried about what had happened.

"The Young Lord of The Western Reaches, that’s just a maid. Are none of these dancers to your taste?" Morgan Ashworth laughed.

The Young Lord firmly stared at Willow; even her silhouette deeply intrigued him, "Young Master Ashworth, is that your maid? Let her come pour me a drink."

Morgan Ashworth glanced at Willow, "Young Lord of The Western Reaches, that maid is clumsy and might not serve you well."

"Young Master Ashworth, it’s just a maid, why avoid her like this? Or is she your concubine?" Saying this, the Young Lord looked at Wesley Kingsley, "Miss Kingsley, did you know Young Master Ashworth has a concubine?"

"This..." Wesley Kingsley was speechless.

At this time, Willow turned around and lowered her head, coming to the Young Lord’s side to pour him a drink.

"Lift your head," the Young Lord ordered.

Willow slowly raised her head, revealing her palm-sized, stunningly beautiful face to the Young Lord.

The Young Lord’s pupils shrank, captivated by Willow’s beauty, "Wonderful, truly wonderful. I’ve seen countless beauties, but this is the first time I’ve seen such a stunning one."

"Young Master Ashworth, is she really just your maid? Having such an exquisite maid is truly enviable."

Willow lowered her head again, politely distancing herself, "Thank you for the compliment. I’ve already poured the wine, I’ll be leaving now."

Willow left immediately.

The Young Lord of The Western Reaches reluctantly watched Willow’s departure, unable to regain his composure for a long time. He took up the wine Willow had poured, tilted his head back, and drank it all, "Good wine, indeed the wine poured by such a beauty is exceptionally fragrant and long-lasting."

Saying this, he looked at Morgan Ashworth, "Young Master Ashworth, I have a small request, I wonder if you can fulfill it?"

"What request?"

"That maid just now, could you bear to part with her and let her come with me? I’ve fallen for that exceptional maid and wish to take her back to The Western Reaches as my primary wife." The Young Lord immediately promised her the title of "primary wife".

Morgan Ashworth’s face remained emotionless, only slightly curling his thin lips, "This request is not impossible..."

"Young Master Ashworth, you’re agreeing?"

"My agreeing is of no use; you must ask Cynthia her thoughts."

Cynthia...

What a name!

Morgan Ashworth continued, "If Cynthia wants to go with the Young Lord of The Western Reaches, I won’t stop her. But if she doesn’t want to go, there’s nothing I can do."

The Young Lord of The Western Reaches confidently slapped his thigh, "These words are from Young Master Ashworth. Then I’ll convince Cynthia to willingly go with me."

Morgan Ashworth raised his wine glass and drank it dry, wondering why the wine tasted so strong, continuously irritating his throat.

...

In the kitchen, several maids awaited to witness Willow’s drama, but she returned unharmed, much to their disappointment.

Having heard that at the banquet the Young Lord of The Western Reaches had greatly praised Willow’s beauty, their scheme not only failed but inadvertently helped Willow gain prominence, making these maids even more jealous of Willow.

After the banquet, several maids gathered intending to find another way to play a trick on Willow, but then Eleven approached, "The master is looking for you, follow me."

The maids’ hearts skipped a beat, the master is looking for them?

They’ve been here for a long time and never had the chance to be alone with Morgan Ashworth, but now, the opportunity came so quickly.

Perfect!

"Could you wait a moment while we freshen up?" The maids still wanted to doll themselves up.

Eleven showed no expression, "No need, go now, don’t keep the master waiting."

The maids had no choice but to go to the study, where Morgan Ashworth stood tall by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his slender fingers. His back was to them, and his mature and composed demeanor added to his profound and mysterious nature.

"Master, they’re here," Eleven respectfully announced.

Morgan Ashworth slightly turned, his narrowed eyes hidden behind the smoke falling on the maids, "What do you think of Cynthia as a person?"

The maids’ eyes lit up. They knew the master disliked Cynthia intensely. Now their chance to complain had arrived, and this time they intended to expel Cynthia!

"Master, though Cynthia is pretty, she’s very unsettling, a seductress."

"Indeed, master, Cynthia’s skill lies in seducing men. Don’t be fooled by her!"