In the past five years, she has changed a lot, she has grown up.
She was already beautiful, and now the once lovely face of a beauty has beco stunning, along with her well-curved figure, so different from her teenage years. A high school uniform shirt was so tight on her it was nearly bursting, her waist still so slender that he could grip it with one hand, and still shapely as she twisted idly on his lap.
Thinking of this, Morgan Ashworth couldn’t help but feel restless, and the cold shower he had just taken seed wasted.
He reached out to tug at the white shirt she was wearing, closed his eyes, and stretched down...
It’s unclear how long had passed, the room filled with a decadent scent, and the white shirt had been ravaged into a crumpled ss tossed on the carpet. Morgan Ashworth was lying with his eyes closed, his mature and handso brows showing a certain decadence of having indulged.
He was feeling terrible now, for he disliked this feeling imnsely.
Everything seed still held over from five years ago, whenever he touched her, he felt out of control, yet he couldn’t bring himself to truly touch her, and thus kept tornting his own body.
At that ti she was Willow Crawford, the girl he loved most.
But now, it was different, she was the First Royal Consort.
In these five years, she got married, had children, beca a wife and mother—she quickly accomplished all life’s major milestones.
He once wove a ring from foxtail grass and placed it on her ring finger. In his heart, she was already his bride, his wife.
However, she betrayed him!
He could still vividly recall how ruthlessly she had thrown the foxtail grass ring onto the ground, as if tossing away trash.
She never loved him at all.
What is she doing now, is she lying next to Rosen, has Rosen touched her?
He surely has, with such a wife lying beside him, what man could resist?
No wonder her figure is so perfect now, just like a peach, she must have been pampered well by a man.
Many images flashed through Morgan Ashworth’s mind, all showing Rosen pressing Willow Crawford beneath him, and he instantly felt his blood surge.
A taste of blood rushed up his throat, but he suppressed it forcefully.
Willow Crawford!
He kept calling her na in his heart, never realizing that hating soone could be so piercingly heart-wrenching; he would never forgive her in this lifeti!
...
Willow Crawford’s complexion was not very good, looking sowhat pale.
"Mommy, what’s wrong, are you sick?" The little Prince worriedly looked at Willow Crawford.
Willow Crawford gently shook her head, "Little Prince, Mommy is fine."
"Consort, the car is ready," ca Una’s voice.
"Mommy, why don’t you stay at ho and rest a bit today, I don’t want you to work too hard. I’ll soon grow up and then I can help you," the little prince said in his childlike voice.
Willow Crawford felt a warm feeling in her heart, she patted the little prince’s head, "Little Prince, my schedule today is fully booked, I must go. Be good and do your howork, don’t rush to grow up, but beco an upright and excellent person along the way."
The little prince’s papa, Rosen, is very excellent, but not upright.
The little prince nodded vigorously, "I understand."
Willow Crawford left with Una.
At that mont, Lady Pearl approached, "Little Prince, your mommy is the consort, these are her royal duties, don’t worry about her."
"But I don’t think Mommy is happy."
"How do you know?"
"I often see Mommy hiding in her room crying."
What?
Lady Pearl was a bit unhappy, knowing that Willow Crawford was grieving in silence after marrying into the household, it seed this daughter-in-law was becoming more restless and probably missed being with a man. Who knew what she was up to having returned so late last night!
She better not get caught in the act, or there’d be good show to watch!
...
In the royal luxury car.
Willow Crawford was reading docunts, there was a high-level eting later.
Una spoke softly at this mont, "Consort, there’s a slight problem with the land in the south."
"What kind of problem?"
"Originally, the land in the south was expropriated by us, we would give the residents statutory compensation, and they agreed. But it’s just been learned that they’ve all reneged because... Count Roy offered double the price to buy that land."
Count Roy?
Willow Crawford raised her head from the docunts, her brows furrowed, "So, we haven’t signed a contract with those residents?"
"No, the staff had overlooked it... Land expropriation has never been an issue before, no one expected Count Roy to suddenly step forward and challenge the royal family publicly..."
Bang.
Willow Crawford heavily closed the docunt in her hand, tossing it aside, "Do you know how important the land in the south is? It was planned to transform it into a five-star international tourist spot, and Prince George of Country A has already invested. How am I supposed to explain this? Is it now I have to teach everyone how to do their jobs when such major mistakes are made allowing others to exploit it?"
Willow Crawford rarely lost her temper, but when she did, her appearance turned cold and her deanor stern, leaving others afraid to look directly at her.
The driver and others held their breath in fear, Una whispered, "Consort, why don’t we offer three tis the price to compete with Count Roy..."
"If we offer triple, won’t Count Roy offer quadruple? And are we going to offer quintuple then? Driving up land prices is a major taboo!"
"Then... what should we do, Consort..." Una’s voice fell silent, too scared to speak further.
Willow Crawford felt a headache, she knew Count Roy was doing this on purpose, no, to be accurate, it wasn’t Count Roy, but... Morgan Ashworth.
Because the contract wasn’t signed, it gave Morgan Ashworth a chance. If she raised the offer, Morgan Ashworth would surely pursue relentlessly. Even competing in financial resources, Willow Crawford couldn’t win.
She realized only upon marrying in that the royal family had been in deficit for a long ti, financially very strapped, and though she had worked hard for five years, numbers were still her weak point—she simply couldn’t make money.
Morgan Ashworth was different, in these short years he wielded Count Roy to encompass half the territory, as a super genius in numbers, he should be as wealthy as a nation by now, with the re flick of a finger capable of crushing her.
When poor and constrained, Willow Crawford appeared especially tight and weak before the formidable wealth of Morgan Ashworth.
Willow Crawford adjusted her mood, it’s alright, Morgan Ashworth targeted her, he wanted to ruin her, this was only the beginning.
She took out her phone, dialing Count Roy’s number.
Soon, Count Roy answered, "Consort, why are you calling ?"
"Cut the crap, let your boss behind the scenes take the call," Willow Crawford said straightforwardly.
Count Roy wasn’t upset, seemingly waiting for her call, "Consort, I’m really sorry, my boss, Mr. Lin, went to sea with a beauty today. If you want to find Mr. Lin, you can only seek him on the cruise."
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