Free Web NovelChapter 1605: Chapter 1605: The Great Son-Snatching Battle
Morgan Ashworth noticed her resistance, the tension in her locked jaw. He released her with a frown, "What’s wrong, don’t like kissing me?"
Of course not.
He didn’t even know how many people he had kissed, she thought he was dirty.
"President Ashworth, let go of me immediately! If you don’t stop, I won’t hold back!" Willow Crawford said coldly.
Morgan was really curious to see how she wouldn’t hold back against him.
But there was no chance, the room door was suddenly pushed open, and many bodyguards in black and maids rushed in, a maid nervously asked, "Princess, are you alright...?"
The maid’s voice abruptly stopped, eyes widening in horror, she screamed, "Bold rogue, how dare you climb onto my princess’s bed, get down at once!"
The maid was about to drag Morgan off the princess’s bed.
Morgan’s face turned a shade darker, he had already been embarrassed a lot here with Willow tonight. He released Willow and got off the bed.
"Princess, are you alright, did this rogue harm you?" the maid asked.
Willow shook her head, "I’m fine, you all leave, let him go."
"Let him go?"
"Yes, this is President Ashworth, we shouldn’t create unnecessary conflicts with him, and after all, he is my son’s father, let’s not make it ugly, or Joy will surely be saddened." Willow glanced at the little one sleeping inside the bed, who was still asleep, sleeping well.
Morgan snorted coldly, "You want me to leave, fine, but hand over my son to me, I’m taking him!"
"No way!" Willow snapped, "There’s no discussion, the son stays with me!"
"Willow Crawford, three years ago we agreed, you would give our son to me after he was born. Three years ago, you were so heartless you didn’t even feed him before sending him to my door. Then you were that ruthless, now I’ve raised our son and you come to fight for him, is there such a logic in the world?" Morgan rebuked angrily.
Was she so heartless three years ago?
Willow tried to recall the past, but her head hurt, she couldn’t remember at all.
Morgan saw her sitting silently on the bed, her face looking pale, and immediately pursed his lips, "Willow, what’s wrong with you?"
Willow’s head felt like it was splitting, a sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Morgan quickly approached, though his tone was cold and hard, his handsome brow and eyes overflowed with concern, "Willow, if you’re not dead, say something."
Not-dead Willow, "..."
Can this person speak properly?
Don’t speak if you can’t.
Willow glared at Morgan, snorted, "I’m still alive."
Morgan realized he was too concerned about her, regardless of how much he hated her, her every move could still firmly grip his heart and draw his gaze.
"Tonight, the son can stay here with you, I don’t want to make a scene in front of him. Tomorrow, I’ll come back, and I definitely will take my son!"
After speaking, Morgan left with Eleven.
He was determined to take the little one, Willow frowned slightly at her sleeping son, she didn’t want to lose her son again.
Then she would fight him in court, she must get custody back!
...
Morgan stayed at a six-star hotel, and that night he dreamt again, dreamt of Willow.
Willow turned over, pressing on top of him, sweetly called him "husband," so Morgan ended up taking numerous showers that night.
