novelraw Chapter 1460: Could She Be Pregnant?
Chapter 1460: Could She Be Pregnant?
Right now he’s at a critical stage in his treatment, and Willow Crawford really doesn’t want to be distracted by these things.
In the past she couldn’t conceive, and now she can’t give birth, yet she doesn’t dare to tell him the truth.
She must think of a way to solve this current predicament.
...
Morgan Ashworth was working in his study when a "knock knock" sounded at the door. He was in a bad mood and quickly spat out a cold and heartless word, "Leave!"
Knock knock.
The person outside didn’t leave but kept knocking.
Who dared to be so bold?
Morgan Ashworth was ready to lose his temper, but then the study door was cracked open, and a small face peeked in, "Meow~"
It was Willow Crawford.
Willow held a cup of coffee in her hand, revealing half of her pretty face through the door crack. Her playful long lashes blinked, and her eyes sparkled like twinkling stars. Even her voice was sweet and charming, "Meow, Master, your little maid is back online, I personally brewed you a cup of coffee~"
Willow Crawford was here to coax him.
In fact, the moment he saw her, Morgan Ashworth’s heart softened. He never could resist her when she acted spoiled, and he also knew he was at fault for speaking out of turn.
But he didn’t want to forgive her right away because if he didn’t push her now, she’d certainly still be unwilling to give him a child.
Morgan Ashworth snorted coldly, "Come in then."
"Yes, Master."
Willow Crawford walked in and placed the freshly brewed coffee by Morgan Ashworth’s hand, "Master, take a break, drink the coffee while it’s hot."
Morgan Ashworth’s gaze remained on the document in his hand, "You’re behaving well now."
"Of course, you’re my master. Whatever you say, I do." Willow responded obediently.
"Then why do you keep making excuses when I ask for a child? You just don’t want to have one?" Morgan Ashworth countered.
"Master, look what I have here?" Willow took out a small bottle.
"What’s this?" Morgan Ashworth was unaware.
Willow pointed to the label on the bottle, "This is folic acid, used to assist with conception."
Morgan Ashworth stiffened, "Assisted conception? Willow, you want to have a child now?"
"Yes, since Master has spoken, how could I not want to have one?"
Morgan Ashworth couldn’t be happier; he didn’t expect Willow to agree so soon. She had agreed to give him a child.
Willow then put the small bottle back into her pocket, pretending to sigh, "But I see that Master doesn’t have time to make a baby tonight, does he? Oh well, I’ll go wash up and get some early rest."
After speaking, Willow prepared to leave.
"Honey!" Morgan Ashworth pulled her in and held her in his arms, "Honey, I do have time, we can make a baby tonight."
Willow playfully punched him with her small fist, "Hubby, it’s not that I don’t want to have your baby, I just want to enjoy our time together a little longer. But if you truly want a child, I’ll give you one. Yet, you scared me when you were so fierce just now."
Soft as jade in his arms, her breath was like orchids as she acted coy. Morgan Ashworth felt like he was dreaming, and he kissed her cheek forcefully, apologizing repeatedly, "I’m sorry honey, it’s all my fault. I won’t be harsh to you again. You can scold me now, no, just hit me a couple of times."
Morgan Ashworth led Willow’s small hand to his face.
"Hey!" Willow retracted her hand, not willing to harm him.
"You’re still the best, honey," Morgan Ashworth chuckled.
Willow sweetly nestled in his embrace, her slender fingers climbing up his well-built chest, "Hubby, are you still going to work tonight?"
"No more work."
"Then what are you waiting for, hold me~" Willow sent him a flirtatious glance.
Willow had always been gentle, pampered into being delicate, and after marriage became even more alluring. Morgan Ashworth was completely taken by this side of her. Her maneuvering completely ensnared him.
Morgan Ashworth scooped her up horizontally, "Honey, let’s go make a baby!"
Willow clung to his neck, "Alright, whether we succeed depends on your skills, hubby."
Morgan Ashworth was filled with passion, and he tossed Willow onto the big bed, pressing himself over her.
...
Late into the night, Morgan Ashworth fell asleep, and Willow crawled out of bed, her body aching all over. She slightly regretted teasing him in the study; he devoured her like a ravenous wolf.
Willow poured out all the folic acid tablets from the small bottle, replacing them with vitamins, and carefully put the bottle back. Making sure Morgan Ashworth hadn’t woken, she breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the solution she came up with.
She couldn’t get pregnant, and she didn’t want this fact to cause conflict with Morgan Ashworth, so she had to deceive him.
I’m sorry, hubby.
Willow went to the bathroom, taking out a book which she had stolen from her mom.
She opened the book, finding it detailed various needle techniques, and the last page was about the Golden Needle’s ritual of extracting heart’s blood.
On that day at the Crawford family’s house, she had overheard her parents’ conversation: there was no cure for the toxins in Morgan Ashworth’s body except with her heart’s blood.
But once three drops of heart’s blood were extracted, she would inevitably die.
Even if it meant death, she would save him.
As long as he could live well.
Willow had long made up her mind. She took out the Golden Needle, and just like in the book, she stabbed it hard into her own heart.
...
Morgan Ashworth and Willow were deeply in love, especially since Willow agreed to have a baby. Morgan Ashworth would try every night to conceive.
"Honey, do you think you’re pregnant?" Morgan Ashworth reached out to feel Willow’s belly, "Could my baby be in there?"
Willow tilted her lips into a smile, "How is that possible?"
"Why not? You don’t feel anything during the first few days of pregnancy. Willow, you should walk and move slower now, don’t harm the baby in there."
Then Willow held her stomach and furrowed her delicate brows.
"Willow, what’s wrong, does your stomach hurt?" Morgan Ashworth immediately asked, worried.
Willow looked at Morgan Ashworth, her head tilted, "Hubby, sorry to disappoint you, but my period came."
Her period had come, which meant their attempts to conceive had failed.
What?
Morgan Ashworth couldn’t believe it, "No way, did you really get your period?"
"Hubby, the revolution isn’t complete yet. You still have to work hard," Willow laughed as she dashed into the bathroom.
Morgan Ashworth was more determined than ever, "It’s okay, Willow, once you’re better, I’ll try even harder."
Willow changed her clothes and came out, taking out a pill, "Hubby, this is for you. Take it quickly."
"What is this?" Morgan Ashworth asked.