novelraw Chapter 1457: Wife, Are You Asleep?
Chapter 1457: Wife, Are You Asleep?
Hiss.
Morgan Ashworth quickly let out a painful groan, "Sis, it hurts."
"Now you know it hurts, who told you to make Willow angry?" Celeste Linden didn’t let go.
At this moment, Ethan Barnes spoke up, "Celeste, let go quickly, give your brother-in-law some dignity, look, there are people here, it would be embarrassing if word got out."
Bringing this up only made Celeste angrier. She glared at Ethan, "You have the nerve to speak? My brother was led astray by you."
What?
Ethan was dumbfounded, weren’t they scolding the brother-in-law? How did he get roped in?
Celeste looked at the group of young men and then at the bustling, chaotic venue. "My brother normally doesn’t smoke or drink, nor does he come to such places. It must be you who brought him here. Look at all these bad influences, they say you turn red near the vermillion and black near the ink. My brother’s now getting spoiled following you. I predict if I don’t keep an eye on him, he’ll end up with a harem like you!"
Ethan, "..." This is unjust.
"No, Celeste, I..."
"Shut up! I don’t want to hear you speak now!" Celeste scolded Ethan.
Ethan clicked his tongue and closed his mouth helplessly.
The group of young men stood dumbstruck, just now their card table was flipped by that little princess Willow Crawford. Her fiery temper was something else, but they didn’t expect there to be someone even more fierce than her; this Celeste Linden was tougher than the princess.
Morgan Ashworth was helpless; Ethan really did keep quiet, these two brothers seemed to be thoroughly under the control of the two women.
Just then, some people appeared by the door. Ethan quickly whispered a reminder, "Brother-in-law, look quickly, your father-in-law and the president big brother are here."
What?
Morgan Ashworth looked up; Hayden Crawford and Caden Crawford were standing at the door, accompanied by some influential bigwigs, probably here for negotiations.
Morgan Ashworth inexplicably felt a bit nervous. His father-in-law was the world’s richest man, his brother was the president, either one of them alone was formidable.
He hadn’t even settled things with the Crawford family, and now bumped into them in such a chaotic scene; how unlucky could he get?
Celeste Linden quickly let go of Morgan Ashworth’s ear, after all, in front of the in-laws, she had to give her brother some face.
"Oh, Mr. Crawford, President Crawford, isn’t this Young Master Morgan? Looks like he’s the one Willow Princess likes, and practically your Crawford family’s future son-in-law." A bigwig laughed.
Hayden Crawford’s gaze fell on Morgan Ashworth, giving him a once-over and then slightly furrowing his brows, like a father-in-law somewhat dissatisfied with his son-in-law.
Caden Crawford laughed, "My sister’s just a kid at heart, today she likes him, tomorrow who knows if she’ll like you. In our family, character is the first consideration in choosing a son-in-law."
Celeste Linden felt a secret tension for Morgan Ashworth; it seemed like the president implied her brother’s character was lacking.
It’s over.
"Indeed, President Crawford, you’re right. Someone like Willow Princess needs a partner with both exceptional character and family background, to match her well."
"But given the Crawford family’s status, it’s hard to find someone in the world who matches it. Whoever it is, they’d be marrying up."
Caden Crawford curled his thin lips, "If you know any outstanding young talents, feel free to introduce them to my sister for some matchmaking."
The bigwigs’ eyes lit up, "President Crawford, you said it, don’t you go back on your word."
"Naturally."
Hayden and Caden Crawford left with a group of bigwigs.
Morgan Ashworth’s heart sank to rock bottom; he knew he had really messed up this time.
Celeste Linden looked at Morgan Ashworth bitterly, "See for yourself, you haven’t even married Willow yet and you’ve already offended the entire Crawford family. I think your father-in-law and brother-in-law are quite dissatisfied with you. You’ve grown up, stopped listening to your sister, so I won’t bother with you. I’m leaving, take care of yourself."
Celeste Linden walked away directly.
Ethan murmured lowly, "Brother-in-law, your situation does seem pretty bad right now..."
Morgan Ashworth, "..."
Outside, Mildred observed everything clearly. Willow’s family members and Celeste Linden had shown up, it seemed Morgan Ashworth and Willow had indeed fallen out, otherwise why would such a big scene play out? This was too good.
...
Morgan Ashworth returned home with a gloomy face, reeking of alcohol.
He was in a bad mood, the maids in the villa didn’t dare make a sound, carefully attending to him.
Mildred brought over a bowl of sobering soup, whispering sweetly, "Master, your sobering soup is ready."
Willow’s temper was so stubborn, and her family so domineering, few men could handle it.
Especially now, Mildred felt she should leverage her gentle, considerate traits, taking the chance to win over Morgan’s heart, and pave her way forward.
Morgan Ashworth tiredly pinched his brows, "Just leave it there, I’ll drink it later."
"Master, sober soup needs to be drunk hot, how about I feed you?" Mildred offered to feed Morgan.
But Morgan pushed her away.
Ah.
The sobering soup spilled all over Mildred’s clothes, soaking them.
"Master, my clothes are wet..." Mildred pleaded pitifully.
But Morgan didn’t look at her; he got up and went upstairs.
Mildred didn’t dare follow, clenching her fists, it seemed Morgan’s heart was still with Willow, but this was a rare opportunity, she couldn’t just sit back and wait for Morgan and Willow to reconcile.
Could she really use the Demon Bell Charm Skill?
Her mother had warned her on her deathbed, the Demon Bell Charm Skill should not be used lightly, or it would bring her fatal danger, and she had always remembered her mother’s words.
Mildred hesitated.
...
Morgan looked at Mildred downstairs, knowing she was wavering, then closed his room door.
Morgan took out his phone, sending a text to Willow, "Honey, are you asleep?"
The message was sent successfully; he waited and waited, hoping for Willow’s reply.
But the phone remained silent; Willow didn’t reply.
What’s going on?
Why wouldn’t she reply?
Thinking about his situation—his sister’s disdain, father-in-law’s neglect, and the president big brother’s indifference—he felt pitiful.
He took out two red booklets from the cabinet, staring at the words "Marriage Certificate" and Willow’s sweet, smiling face nestled in his arms, finally feeling a bit of security, thankfully.
Luckily, he acted quickly; Willow was already his legal wife, no one could tear them apart.
But, why didn’t Willow reply to his message? Could she be busy?