Free Web NovelChapter 1604: Chapter 1604: Midnight Kiss
Morgan Ashworth sneered coldly, mocking, "You still remember Joy is your son? I thought you had forgotten about him."
Willow Crawford frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Willow, do you really want me to spell it out? Aren’t you aware of your actions? Where have you been these three years? Why haven’t you come to see your son?"
This...
For the past three years, she was undergoing medical treatment and had even lost some memories, otherwise, she would have definitely visited Joy.
"You haven’t fulfilled even a bit of your motherly responsibilities these three years, and now you think you can just show up and take my son away, Willow, you don’t deserve it!" Morgan said icily.
Willow was momentarily speechless; after all, this was indeed her fault, and Joy had missed his mommy terribly during these three years.
"Willow, how long do you plan on staying on top of me? Get off me!"
Being yelled at like that made Willow realize just how suggestive their position was—she was straddling him, wearing only a spaghetti-strap nightgown, while he was fully dressed. If anyone saw them, they would definitely assume she was trying to seduce him.
"I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional, I’ll get off right away." Willow attempted to dismount as quickly as possible.
However, her nightgown got caught on his belt.
How did this get tangled together?
Willow immediately reached out, trying to free her gown from his belt, "Don’t move yet, it’s caught here, let me untangle it."
Morgan was speechless. At that moment, he was lying on the bed, with her sitting on top of him. He could feel her small hands fiddling near his belt, which was a forbidden zone for a man.
With a darkened handsome face, Morgan gritted his teeth, "Willow, you still claim it wasn’t on purpose? I think you did it deliberately."
Willow was anxious, and her panic only made things worse. Her nightgown was tightly stuck on his belt, and no matter how she tugged, it wouldn’t come off, "Mr. Ashworth, what deliberate? What am I supposedly doing on purpose?"
Morgan couldn’t stand her fidgeting hand anymore; he grabbed it to stop her from moving, "You’re deliberately trying to seduce me."
"...I am not!"
At this moment, Morgan suddenly flipped over, pinning her beneath him on the bed. Looking at the small, strikingly beautiful face beneath him, a trace of redness appeared at the corners of his eyes, "Willow, as soon as we met, you couldn’t wait to seduce me. Why such enthusiasm towards me, hmm?"
Willow blinked her eyes, unable to answer his question.
She had already said it wasn’t on purpose, that all of this was coincidental, but he didn’t believe it.
"Willow, have you not dated anyone in these three years? Or is it that your boyfriends couldn’t satisfy you?" He curled his thin lips into a devilish smile.
Willow’s face turned crimson, and she immediately retorted, "None! Mr. Ashworth, do you think everyone is like you with such an exciting private life and endless beauties?"
Endless beauties?
Where are they?
He hadn’t seen any.
Morgan knew he was still fond of her lovely face. Having witnessed extraordinary beauty in his youth, everyone else since felt only like compromises.
Because he once had her, other women couldn’t compare; he only looked for traces of her in them.
Morgan lowered his head and abruptly kissed her red lips.
He kissed her suddenly, and Willow was unprepared. When she realized what was happening, she immediately reached out to push him and clenched her teeth tightly in defense.
