Free Web NovelChapter 1584: Chapter 1584: I Consider That Woman Dead
Chloe White found his face very familiar, as if she’d seen him somewhere before.
"My name is Morgan Ashworth, do you recognize me now?" Morgan Ashworth stated his name.
Morgan Ashworth?
Chloe suddenly remembered, he was the President.
She had accidentally seen him on TV before, no wonder he looked so familiar.
She actually had a child with the President.
However, his private life seemed lacking.
With his identity exposed, Chloe also recalled the gossip about him. For the past three years, there hadn’t been a single break in the rumors surrounding President Ashworth; from congressional daughter Vanessa Willowb to minor starlets, he was linked to them all.
It seemed he spent all his time and energy on those women, hence had no time for his son.
Chloe furrowed her elegant brows and looked at Morgan Ashworth, "So it’s Mr. President."
Morgan Ashworth snorted, "I’ve seen plenty of women like you over the years, trying all sorts of ways to get close to me, attracting my attention however they can, but you’re the first to use my son to do so."
"President Ashworth, I already explained earlier, this is all a coincidence. It’s not my fault if you don’t believe it. Not every woman in the world is into President Ashworth, so please take back your damned blind confidence."
Having said that, Chloe turned to go inside.
What did she mean?
Morgan Ashworth watched her back and pressed his thin lips together; did she mean she didn’t fancy him, didn’t like him?
Morgan Ashworth reached out and firmly grasped her slender, pale wrist.
Chloe was forced to stop, "President Ashworth, what are you doing, men and women shouldn’t touch each other so casually, please let go!"
Seeing her righteousness, Morgan Ashworth flung his hand, directly pushing her against the cold wall. With a slap, he planted his hand beside her, trapping her between the wall and his chest.
"Ms. White, may I ask what game you’re playing now, playing hard to get? How do you know I’m into this kind of thing?"
Chloe was speechless at his overwhelming self-confidence; was it wholesale?
"President Ashworth, I don’t want to waste words with you, please step aside!" She glared at him.
Morgan Ashworth looked into her clear-cut eyes; she was angry, and even her angry gaze was exactly like Willow Crawford’s.
He had forgotten her after that encounter, but now she was before him again, with the same expressive eyes.
Morgan Ashworth’s thin lips curled with interest, and he reached out to pinch her delicate chin, examining her plain little face, "Speaking of confidence, I can only be second, and you’re first. With this face, you dare come to me to seduce me, hm?"
Chloe felt an ambiguity between them, "President Ashworth, are you this casual now? Having such intimate physical contact with a woman barely familiar to you?"
Chloe chuckled sarcastically, "And what about little Joy’s mommy? These past years, have you once thought about little Joy’s mommy?"
She mentioned Willow Crawford.
This was a forbidden topic in Morgan Ashworth’s heart, one others dare not touch.
How could he not think about her?
Every woman by his side these years, more or less, resembled her.
But as for her, she’s never shown her face all these years, heartlessly avoiding even her own son.
"Don’t mention that woman, I’ve considered that woman dead!" Morgan Ashworth said coldly.
