Free Web NovelChapter 1590: Chapter 1590: He Hugged Her from Behind
Serena Sterling only gave two days, and Willow Crawford also needs just two days, because she can’t wait to reunite with her little one.
"Okay, Mommy."
The mother and daughter hung up the phone, and Willow stepped out of the bathroom. Vivi said happily, "Kiki, you’re done, come to bed quickly."
Vivi patted the spot beside her.
Willow lifted the covers and lay down next to Vivi. She stroked Vivi’s head, seeing Vivi’s bright eyes looking at her. She asked curiously, "Joy, why do you like Kiki so much?"
Vivi hugged her, "Because Kiki smells like my Mommy."
Fragrant, sweet, just like the scent of the Mommy in his imagination.
Willow’s heart ached unbearably, she held Vivi tightly, "Joy, how about Kiki tells you a story?"
"Okay."
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Morgan Ashworth was in the study going through some documents. Today he spent all his time looking for his son, and now the papers were piled high on his desk, leaving him with time to handle them only now.
Soon, a melodious ringtone sounded, it was a call coming in.
Morgan Ashworth glanced at the caller ID, it was Vanessa Willowb.
As the president of a country, he had been single for too long. His marriage was seen as an important tool for political alliance, and Vanessa, the daughter of a senator, was a candidate for such a union.
Morgan didn’t answer the phone, and the melodious ringtone kept echoing in the quiet study room.
Before he knew it, it was midnight. After finishing the papers, Morgan took a cold shower in his room and then went to bed. He dreamed again.
He dreamed of Willow Crawford once more.
Back then, Willow was heavily pregnant. He brought her home, and her pure black hair spread across his pillow. Her exquisite face was flushed, with eyes brimming with a bright shine.
"Honey~"
Morgan opened his eyes at the sound of "Honey," waking up.
He stared at the ceiling, raising his hand to cover his reddened eyes. He didn’t know why, but he had been dreaming about her lately; his masculine body was also stirred up with longing.
Had he been alone for too long, his body also yearning for companionship?
Morgan got out of bed, walked out to make himself a glass of cold water.
Yet, when he reached the living room, he suddenly saw a graceful figure ahead. That person was wearing his white shirt, back turned to him, drinking water.
Morgan’s pupils contracted; that figure was Willow Crawford!
Willow had worn his white shirt before. Now, seeing this figure, slender and graceful, with her pure long hair, he couldn’t compare. As she raised her hand to drink, the soft indentation of her waist was faintly visible under the oversized shirt, and her legs were straight and long; it was practically Willow.
In such a deep night, this version of Willow suddenly broke into his vision, stirring him to the point his throat moved; he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality.
At this moment, Morgan didn’t want to discern what it was; he stepped forward quickly, embracing the woman from behind.
Willow, surprised while drinking water, exclaimed, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
Morgan buried his face in Willow’s neck, catching a whiff of the familiar sweet girlish scent. He closed his eyes, his lips landing on her tender skin and kissing it forcefully.
Suddenly kissed, Willow’s whole body curled up, wanting to escape. She didn’t need to look back to know who it was; who else could it be here but him?
