Free Web NovelChapter 1566: Chapter 1566: Willow Crawford’s Substitute
He walked over with long strides and then reached out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table.
The dim, hazy yellow light spilled down as Morgan Ashworth stood by the bed, looking down. Ethan Ashworth was sleeping on his side, curled up like a cooked shrimp, his fair and tender little face still marked by dried tear stains. In his dream, he tightly covered the red bracelet on his right wrist with his left hand.
It seems the little one fell asleep missing Mommy.
Morgan Ashworth extended his large palm to wipe away the tear stains from Ethan’s face. He slowly leaned down and kissed Ethan’s forehead.
At that moment, Ethan stirred and murmured in his sleep, "Mommy... Mommy, I miss you..."
Morgan Ashworth stiffened. He realized that no matter how hard he tried to give all his love to the little one, Mommy would always be irreplaceable in his life.
...
The next morning.
Ethan Ashworth was full of energy again, waking up early and dressing himself. He happily went down the stairs.
But his little face fell as soon as he entered the kitchen because his tyrant daddy was there too.
Mrs. Webb said cheerfully, "Young master, you’re awake. How about letting your daddy take you to kindergarten today?"
Ethan immediately refused, "No! I want Grandma Pace to take me!"
The man across from him gently lifted his head, "I’ll take you."
"No need! You should take your car to pick up women," Ethan righteously refused.
"I’ll take you first, then pick up women," Morgan Ashworth said.
Ethan, "..."
Mrs. Webb laughed happily. She knew that little Joy was actually very much hoping his daddy could take him.
...
So a Jeep stopped in front of the kindergarten, and the back door opened. Ethan Ashworth, carrying his backpack, jumped down nimbly. Without turning back, he waved his little hand, "Daddy, see you!"
Morgan Ashworth lowered the car window, glancing sideways at the little one’s back. The little one was saying "see you," but his demeanor clearly conveyed "never see you again."
Morgan Ashworth slowly curled his lips, eyebrows soft.
He pressed the accelerator, and the Jeep drove onto the road.
Just then, a string of melodious rings sounded. He received a phone call.
"Hello..." he answered.
"Hello, President Ashworth," said a sweet, sticky female voice on the other end, "What are you doing? You haven’t contacted me for so long; did you forget about me?"
Morgan Ashworth raised an eyebrow, smirking, "Oh, missing me?"
"Oh, Mr. President, you’re so annoying! Can we meet today?"
Morgan Ashworth glanced out the window, moving his thin lips, he spoke, "Alright, then we’ll meet in the presidential suite 8401 at The Monarch Hotel..."
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The Monarch Hotel.
Chloe White arrived at room 8401; she was here to find someone.
She was currently staying at the curator’s place, but the curator’s house had been maliciously repossessed. She heard it was done by someone, and that person was now in room 8401.
Chloe White reached out to ring the doorbell, but the door wasn’t locked and opened by itself, so she went inside.
The room was empty, but the sound of running water came from the shower; someone was taking a bath inside.
Chloe White quietly walked over and opened the shower door.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out, pressing her against the wall, and she collided with a pair of cold eyes, "Who are you?"
Morgan Ashworth looked at the woman before him. She looked very ordinary; her little face wasn’t considered beautiful. However, she had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.
Morgan Ashworth gazed at her almond-shaped eyes, and they were exactly like Willow Crawford’s.
His gaze paused slightly, fixing on her eyes and not moving away.
Is this the person?
Chloe White looked angrily at the man, "It’s you, isn’t it? Did you maliciously repossess the houses? Just because you have power and influence, do you think it’s okay to ignore others’ wishes and force them out of homes they’ve lived in for decades?"
Morgan Ashworth raised an eyebrow; recently, there was a land acquisition plan underway. Could it be that someone below messed up?
Morgan Ashworth looked at her captivating almond-shaped eyes, amused, "So, you’re asking a favor from me? To ask for a favor, you need to have the proper attitude."
Chloe White gripped her fist tightly, her stance lowering reluctantly, "Please don’t trouble those elderly people, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Morgan Ashworth suddenly reached out, touching her face.
What is he doing?
Chloe White’s eyes widened instantly, staring at him defensively. They had only met once; he’s not planning anything improper with her, is he?
"Sir, I think you have me misunderstood; I’m not that kind of woman you can casually approach. You’ve got the wrong person."
