Willow Crawford lay sobbing in Morgan Ashworth’s embrace, "Then you must promise not to deceive , and...bring back here again."
Morgan Ashworth stroked her hair, smooth like a waterfall, his heart lting. She had given up everything to be with him. He nodded seriously, "Willow, I won’t deceive you. In the future, I will treat you well."
Willow Crawford held Morgan Ashworth tighter.
...
After dinner, they returned to the cottage. Willow Crawford asked, "What ti are we leaving tonight?"
"Eight o’clock."
Eight o’clock?
There were still a few hours left. What should they do until then?
Morgan Ashworth lay down on the bed, patting the spot beside him, "Willow, co here. We didn’t sleep well last night. Let’s take a nap."
Huh?
Willow Crawford glanced at the bright midday sun outside. Staying in the room for a nap at this ti didn’t seem right.
But then Morgan Ashworth pulled her toward him, and her slender body fell right into his arms.
Morgan Ashworth held her and rolled over, placing her on the inside.
Willow Crawford playfully punched him, "Miles Linden, why are you so naughty?"
"Don’t move." Morgan Ashworth caught her little fist, then slipped sothing onto her right ring finger.
Willow Crawford saw it was a ring.
But it wasn’t a diamond ring; it was a ring made of knotgrass, now sitting on her ring finger.
What did he an by this?
"What are you doing?" Willow’s heart raced imdiately. Even though it was just a ring made of knotgrass, a ring was still a ring. Why was he giving her a ring, didn’t he know rings weren’t sothing to joke about?
Morgan Ashworth looked at her from above, his handso eyes filled with an uncontainable tenderness and affection, "Willow, today is a bit rushed. Let this serve as a placeholder. Once we leave here, I’ll get you a big diamond ring."
"Who needs your diamond ring? Take this off. If you keep joking, I’ll be angry."
"Willow, I’m not joking. Now that the ring is on your finger, you are my...wife."
He said that with the ring on, she was now his wife.
Willow Crawford’s beautiful face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. She was caught off guard. Why did he suddenly say this? "No, I’m too young..."
"I know you’re young, Willow. I’ll wait for you to grow up, and when you do, you’ll marry ."
He looked at her deeply, his eyes dark and bright, warm and intense, like a vortex pulling her in. For this young, passionate, and vibrant love, they had forsaken everything, like moths drawn to a fla.
Willow Crawford’s heart was pounding in her throat. She liked him, really liked him. Deep down, she wasn’t pretentious; since she ca with him, she would certainly marry him one day.
"You are such a guy, with no sense of ceremony at all." Willow murmured softly, pouting.
Morgan Ashworth raised an eyebrow, "We’ll have all the ceremony that’s required, but today I was a bit impatient. I wanted a sense of belonging. Willow, with the ring on your finger, you are mine, and no matter what happens or where we are, you can’t betray ."
Willow Crawford glanced at him, "And what if one day I betray you?"
"Then I..." Morgan Ashworth thought seriously for a mont, then bit her red lips, "Then I’ll pull you into ruin with ; we’ll go to hell together."
How scary he was!
She was just speaking in jest, but he talked about destruction and going to hell in a way that really scared her. This was a man not to be trifled with.
Hiss.
Willow Crawford felt the pain of his bite, and she imdiately pushed against his chest, "Miles Linden, you hurt with that bite."
Morgan Ashworth hadn’t even exerted force, but just a gentle bite left an imprint on her lips, "Willow, I’m sorry."
"It’s okay, I forgive you... mmph."
Morgan Ashworth silenced her lips with his.
Willow Crawford felt breathless, as he stord forward, possessively savoring all her sweetness.
Her hands pressed against him, feeling his body heat like a burning furnace. He was more passionately aroused now than ever before.
...
Willow Crawford hurriedly pushed him away, "Miles Linden, you... go take a cold shower."
He used to take cold showers at tis like this.
Morgan Ashworth looked at her from above, not moving, "Willow, I don’t want to shower anymore."
"Why, won’t you feel uncomfortable?" Willow asked him innocently.
Morgan Ashworth’s voice was hoarse as he whispered seductively, "Uncomfortable, yes, so Willow, will you help ?"
"Help you? How?"
Morgan Ashworth took her little hand...
Willow Crawford gasped, screaming in fright, "Miles Linden, don’t act recklessly, don’t bully !"
Morgan Ashworth held her little hand firmly, not giving her any chance to escape, "Willow, I’ll never bully you, I just want to love you properly."
...
Willow Crawford cried for a long ti, her pale eyes turned red from crying. Morgan Ashworth could only hold and comfort her, scolding himself and swearing that he would never do it again, only then did Willow stop crying, but she didn’t say she forgave him either.
Exhausted from crying, Willow Crawford lay in Morgan Ashworth’s arms. These past few days, Morgan had been ntally strained, and under that strain, he’d tasted a bit of forbidden fruit with Willow. He finally relaxed, falling asleep as he held her.
The two slept from noon until six o’clock in the evening, when Willow, in her dream, furrowed her brows, because she once again heard the srizing sound of bells.
The bells chid again.
Willow Crawford suddenly opened her eyes.
She was still in Morgan Ashworth’s arms. She quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen.
She poured a glass of water and took out a packet of powder, pouring all of it into the water.
The colorless, odorless powder quickly dissolved in the water, leaving no trace.
At this mont, Morgan Ashworth also woke up with a start, realizing Willow Crawford was missing from his embrace, he quickly got up, "Willow! Willow!"
From the kitchen, Willow replied, "I’m here."
Morgan Ashworth walked in, "Willow, what are you doing here? I panicked a bit when I didn’t see you just now."
"What are you panicking about?"
"I don’t know." Morgan Ashworth glanced out the window. It was nightti, the thick darkness obscured everything outside, like an abyss waiting to swallow everyone, "Willow, let’s pack up and get ready to leave."
"Wait a minute." Willow handed him a glass of water, "Miles Linden, have a drink."
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