novelraw Chapter 1396: Will She Choose to Leave Him?
Chapter 1396: Will She Choose to Leave Him?
"Master, I heard today Cynthia caught the attention of the young lord of The Western Reaches again. A loose woman like her is nothing but trouble. Why not drive her out early?"
A few maids kept bad-mouthing Willow Crawford, growing more excited as they spoke.
Eleven looked coldly at these maids, thinking to himself: Idiots!
Morgan Ashworth raised his sword-like eyebrows, showing some interest, "If she’s that awful, driving her out like that would be too easy on her, wouldn’t it?"
The maids were practically ready to give Morgan Ashworth a thumbs-up; truly, great minds think alike, and the master was so wise and mighty!
"Master, exactly, driving her out like that, she’ll still wreak havoc in the world. We must punish her harshly."
"I think her biggest asset is her pretty face, Master. Why not ruin her face so she can’t seduce men anymore?"
"Oh, and Cynthia seems to be unmarried. Why not do a good deed and reward her with a marriage, letting her wed a scoundrel to properly teach her a lesson!"
Eleven thought, having seen foolishness before, but never this level of foolishness; they must really be tired of living.
As a confidant, he didn’t dare attack Willow Crawford like that; these maids truly feared nothing.
"Heh," Morgan Ashworth chuckled indifferently, "Indeed, your considerations are quite thorough."
The complimented maids were immediately overjoyed, "Master, it is our honor to solve your worries."
"Alright." Morgan Ashworth nodded, then looked at Eleven, "Did you hear clearly what they just said?"
Eleven nodded, "I heard clearly."
"Then take them away, ruin their faces first, then choose the scoundrels they fancy most and marry them off, let them live their ideal lives."
"Yes, Master." Eleven signaled, and a few burly bodyguards entered and seized those maids.
The expressions of the maids instantly changed, looking incredulously at Morgan Ashworth, "Master, you got it wrong, we were talking about Cynthia, not us."
Morgan Ashworth curled his lips, "But, I’m punishing you."
"Master!"
"You have opinions? Fine, you won’t marry any scoundrels then, I think... the red-light district suits you better!"
"Master, no! Please spare us!" The maids suddenly felt as if they’d been cast from heaven into hell, not expecting their "ideal life" for Willow Crawford to fall upon their own heads, no!
Morgan Ashworth’s eyes no longer held any humor, "Drag them away, they’re too noisy!"
The bodyguards quickly seized the maids, their faces ashen, trying to struggle but had their mouths covered, dragged away like trash.
The study fell silent, Morgan Ashworth’s handsome face covered in a cold shadow.
"Master," Eleven said softly at this moment, "Didn’t expect the young lord of The Western Reaches to fancy Willow Crawford. The young lord has the heart pill we want, so it’s good. Why not... send Willow Crawford to the young lord in exchange for the heart pill."
Using Willow Crawford to exchange for the heart pill, Eleven thought this deal was quite worthwhile.
Morgan Ashworth didn’t speak but gave Eleven a glance, a very cold look.
Eleven couldn’t help but shiver but persisted, "Master, the heart pill concerns your health, it’s extremely important, and Willow Crawford has already betrayed you, it’s not worth it for such a woman."
Morgan Ashworth slowly moved his gaze away, remaining silent for a long time.
Eleven couldn’t guess what he was thinking, whether he was willing to exchange Willow Crawford for the heart pill.
....
Willow Crawford was trimming the flowers and plants in the back garden when she heard footsteps behind her; the young lord from The Western Reaches approached.
"Cynthia beauty, this flower is for you, a flower for a beauty." The young lord from The Western Reaches picked a flower and handed it to Willow Crawford.
Willow Crawford didn’t reach out to accept it; she wasn’t interested in this young lord from The Western Reaches, "Thank you, but I’m leaving."
Willow Crawford wanted to leave.
"Cynthia beauty, don’t go, let’s have a chat." The young lord blocked Willow Crawford’s path, greedily eyeing her exquisite features, "Cynthia beauty, to be honest, I fell in love with you at first sight and wish to take you back to The Western Reaches."
Willow Crawford frowned, "But I don’t want to go with you."
"Why not? Here, you’re just a small maid, but with me, I’ll marry you, make you my main consort."
Willow Crawford looked at the young lord, "Appreciate the affection, but it’s not necessary to focus your energy and time on me, I won’t go with you."
After speaking, Willow Crawford quickly left.
The young lord from The Western Reaches was determined to have Willow Crawford, unable to believe the status of "main consort of The Western Reaches" wasn’t enticing for a mere maid, "Cynthia beauty, I believe you’ll change your mind, I’ll wait for you to come back to me."
Willow Crawford wanted to return to her room but soon stopped because Wesley Kingsley was waiting ahead.
The two women locked eyes, their gazes turned complicated.
In truth, Willow Crawford and Wesley Kingsley held no animosity toward each other, but between them was Morgan Ashworth, whom they both loved.
"Cynthia, let’s talk."
"Miss Kingsley, what do you want to talk about?"
"The young lord from The Western Reaches just approached you, didn’t he? He wanted to take you away, but you refused, why?"
"Because I don’t like him."
"But in your current situation, if you go with the young lord, you can leave here, escape your current troubles, isn’t that so?" Wesley Kingsley countered.
Willow Crawford’s feathered lashes trembled slightly, yes, she always wanted to leave here, Morgan Ashworth had imprisoned her here for a long time, what about her family, the outside world, she desperately wanted to leave.
The appearance of the young lord from The Western Reaches was undoubtedly a significant opportunity, she could leave here with just a nod, leave Morgan Ashworth.
"Cynthia, I don’t know what story exists between you and Ashworth, nor am I interested. I like Ashworth and only wish to have his present and future. I admit my selfish desire for you to leave."
"Cynthia, it’s worth considering agreeing to the young lord from The Western Reaches. If you lose him, you may never leave here."
Willow Crawford lowered her long lashes and walked away.
Every scene in the back garden had been completely seen by Morgan Ashworth standing at the window. Watching Willow Crawford’s departing figure, he suddenly grew curious about her choice.
Would she choose to leave him, to leave him once more?