Free Web NovelChapter 1567: Chapter 1567: Kissed Her Eyes
"My face is quite ordinary, so you don’t need to feel bad for yourself; there are plenty of pretty women out there, go find them."
Indeed, there are many women outside, and Morgan Ashworth has found quite a few in the past few years, all of whom resemble Willow Crawford in some way.
But no one’s eyes resemble hers this closely, almost identical.
Morgan Ashworth’s tall figure leaned closer to her, gazing at her exceptionally beautiful almond-shaped eyes, he reached out, wanting her to come closer.
"Don’t touch me!" Chloe White took a step back defensively.
But Morgan Ashworth was faster, his strong arms reached out and clasped her slender, soft waist.
She extended her hand, trying to push him away.
But Morgan Ashworth had already seized her hand, his tall body pressing closer, pinning her between the wall and his embrace.
This series of actions was forceful and domineering, seamless, giving her no chance to resist.
"Don’t move, okay? Otherwise, I’m not sure I won’t hurt you." He threatened.
Chloe White glared at him fiercely.
Morgan Ashworth raised a hand, intending to unbutton her.
"Sir, we have no feud, please don’t humiliate me like this!" Chloe White’s angry eyes were slightly reddening, for a girl, this was truly a great disgrace.
Morgan Ashworth’s movements paused, staring at her reddening eyes, somewhat entranced.
These eyes really look like hers, even the way they look about to cry is so similar.
Previously, he couldn’t stand Willow Crawford’s tears; as soon as she cried, he panicked beyond measure, surrendering and conceding. Now, looking at these eyes about to cry, he felt the same way.
Is it a curse, an everlasting curse he could never escape, someone he could never defeat?
The hand that intended to unbutton halted.
Morgan Ashworth’s hand slowly approached her small face, holding it with both hands, fingers weaving into her hair. He murmured hoarsely, "Don’t cry."
Don’t cry.
Chloe White felt her heart stabbed fiercely, her head ached, suddenly hurting as if someone had said similar words to her before.
But she couldn’t remember anymore.
In fact, she had forgotten many things.
She didn’t remember much of the past.
At this moment, Morgan Ashworth slowly leaned closer, he bowed down, closed his eyes, his thin lips landed on her eyes, gently imprinting a kiss.
He kissed her eyes.
The action was cautious, filled with probing and pity, and an aching longing.
What was he doing?
Chloe White stiffened completely, she never expected the man who just crudely humiliated her would, in the next second, kiss her eyes.
He seemed very different now.
Chloe White felt her innermost soft spot was touched, she didn’t understand herself, just felt a mix of bitterness and pain inside.
This feeling was like wild-growing vines, uncontrollable.
She had never felt this way before; it was unfamiliar and very repellent to her.
Chloe White placed her hand against his chest, avoiding his kiss, "What are you doing? Let me go!"
The person in his arms began to struggle uneasily, Morgan Ashworth awoke, looking at this ordinary yet unfamiliar face, regaining some sense.
She is not Willow Crawford.
Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips briefly, his gaze lingering on her clear almond eyes, he said, "Your eyes are truly beautiful."
