Free Web NovelChapter 1591: Chapter 1591: Who Told You to Wear My White Shirt?
"Morgan Ashworth, go away, don’t touch me!" Willow Crawford struggled fiercely.
But the more she struggled, the tighter Morgan Ashworth held her. His strong arms locked her like iron, imprisoning her in his embrace. His feverish kisses fell on her neck, planting numerous marks on her delicate skin.
He was somewhat reckless, the Willow Crawford in his arms made him lose control.
He couldn’t remember how many dreams he had about her. He had to admit that he really... missed her. His heart did, and his body even more.
"Don’t move." His voice was hoarse, and he pressed her smooth shoulder to turn her around, eagerly kissing her red lips.
Willow Crawford looked at him, his eyes were closed, absorbed in the kiss.
"Morgan Ashworth, don’t do this, Joy will wake up. You’ll wake Mrs. Webb!" Willow tried to awaken his sense of reason.
Morgan Ashworth took a few steps back with his arms around her waist, then pushed her onto the dining table, holding her to sit on it, "Don’t call out, no one will wake up. This time of the night they’re fast asleep."
"..." This man was really shameless. Willow wasn’t sure whether he knew who she actually was since he was driven by lust the moment he came in, all in a rush.
"President Ashworth, wake up. Look at who I really am!" Willow reminded him.
Only then did Morgan Ashworth open his eyes, redness from desire suffusing the corners of his eyes. Soon he saw Willow’s plain and ordinary face.
He froze entirely, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, extinguishing all his internal fire. "Why is it you?"
Willow chuckled, curling her red lips, "President Ashworth, who did you think I was?"
He thought she was Willow Crawford.
Her posture, her silhouette, every impression she gave him—it all made him think she was Willow, which led him to lose control.
Morgan Ashworth’s handsome face turned cold, eyes full of malice as he questioned her, "Who let you wear my shirt?"
His shirt?
Initially, Willow thought it was Mrs. Webb’s shirt, but now looking at it, this shirt indeed seemed like his. She had worn his shirt before as well.
"I borrowed it from Mrs. Webb. She gave it to me. I didn’t know at first..."
Morgan Ashworth sneered, interrupting her directly, "Who are you trying to fool with that flimsy excuse? You say you weren’t trying to seduce me. You intentionally got close to my son, now up late at night not sleeping, wearing my shirt running around in front of me. Isn’t this seduction?"
Willow was speechless. She was just feeling thirsty and came down for water. How was she supposed to know she’d run into him?
"President Ashworth, are you that easily seduced by a shirt? If so, your self-control is just too lacking!"
Willow couldn’t help retorting. If she could seduce him just by looking the way she did, what if it were another woman? Would he also fall for them?
She thought his self-control was seriously lacking, not picky about women, wanting anyone he saw. Who knows, he might have many women around him.
Right, he already had many scandals. Seems like they were all true.
Morgan Ashworth was so angry he was at a loss for words. This woman dared to argue back with sharp words. Who did she think she was?
"It’s your overconfidence that’s the problem. If not for you..."
Because you look like Willow Crawford...
Forget it, without saying this, Morgan Ashworth changed the topic, "Stop indulging in your delusions. I have no interest in you, so drop your little schemes!"
