Morgan Ashworth hasn’t expressed his standpoint because he wants to see her choice; he wants to see what she chooses.
If this ti Willow Crawford chooses to leave with the young lord of The Western Reaches, then he won’t do anything; he will completely let go of Willow Crawford’s hand.
Over the years, Willow Crawford has been like a kite string clutched tightly in his palm. Because of her noble birth, he used to look up to her ekly and longingly, willing to abandon everything to win her love, even if he were to be abandoned; he still couldn’t bear to let go of her hand, wanting to imprison her by his side.
She never understands how much he loves her.
Now, he is tired.
His life has already boarded the last train; if she wants to leave, then this ti he will truly let her go.
Letting her go also ans setting himself free.
...
Willow Crawford returned to her room, and insomnia troubled her once again. The young lord of The Western Reaches had presented her with a choice, and she still didn’t know how to choose.
She ought to choose to leave; there were so many ties waiting for her outside, escaping from here was also her initial goal.
However, thinking of leaving here, Willow Crawford’s heart felt empty because she knew if she left this ti, it would beco a final farewell between her and Morgan Ashworth.
The last farewell was five years ago.
Willow Crawford closed her eyes, and five years ago, in that scene, blood-soaked Morgan Ashworth reached out to strangle her throat but slowly released; his eyes, crimson, looked at her filled with too many things: pain, fierceness, determination, lingering yet reluctant.
In the end, he collapsed down like a child abandoned by the world.
It was she who abandoned him.
Willow Crawford opened her eyes quickly, reaching out to touch her heart; the pain was intense, the passage of five years hadn’t lessened the pain in her heart at all; during a long period, she didn’t dare to recall, didn’t dare to rember him from that ti, that boy who held his entire heart out for her.
...
The young lord of The Western Reaches stayed here, and Morgan Ashworth treated him warmly with food and drink; the young lord of The Western Reaches was full of confidence, "Young lord Ashworth, I believe the beauty Cynthia will co to look for soon, and this ti I can certainly win the beauty’s favor."
Morgan Ashworth curved his thin lips, and said nothing.
"Young lord Ashworth, I know you want the heart pill in my hand, this heart pill is an invaluable treasure of The Western Reaches, unique in this world; if you let leave with beauty Cynthia, I will give you this heart pill as the betrothal gift for Cynthia, am I not showing sincerity?"
Morgan Ashworth raised an eyebrow slightly, he didn’t expect the young lord of The Western Reaches to offer the heart pill proactively, he must truly have fallen for Willow Crawford at first sight.
"Young lord of The Western Reaches, if Cynthia is willing to go with you, I will not stop you."
"Then that’s good."
At this ti, a slender figure approached, Willow Crawford arrived.
"Beauty Cynthia, you ca, are you here to see ?" The young lord of The Western Reaches imdiately went up to her.
Morgan Ashworth stopped walking, his gaze fell on Willow Crawford.
Willow Crawford looked at the young lord of The Western Reaches, "Young lord of The Western Reaches, the other day you asked to go with you, and now I have an answer."
"Beauty Cynthia, quickly tell , what is your answer?"
"Young lord of The Western Reaches, I accept your offer, I’m willing to go with you."
Willow Crawford nodded, she decided to leave with the young lord of The Western Reaches.
"Great, this is wonderful, I knew beauty Cynthia would agree; rest assured, I will surely treat you well in the future." The young lord of The Western Reaches eagerly expressed his true intentions.
Morgan Ashworth looked at Willow Crawford; from the mont she appeared, he guessed her answer, she was going to follow the young lord of The Western Reaches.
Morgan Ashworth drew a self-mocking curve on his thin lips; he didn’t know what he was expecting or longing for, she never let him "down."
She abandoned him once again.
She left him once again.
The young lord of The Western Reaches reached out, wrapping a hand around Willow Crawford’s fragrant shoulders, pulling the beauty into his arms, he looked at Morgan Ashworth, "Young lord Ashworth, was I right? Beauty Cynthia agreed to go with ."
Willow Crawford’s beautiful amber eyes looked at Morgan Ashworth, and Morgan Ashworth smiled and said, "Congratulations, young lord of The Western Reaches, on winning beauty; only..."
Only what?
"Young lord Ashworth, you wouldn’t forbid from taking beauty Cynthia away, would you?" The young lord of The Western Reaches raised his guard.
Morgan Ashworth, "How could I, I just think it’s a pity, my wedding with Wesley Kingsley is imminent, you won’t be able to watch us get married."
"Hahaha, that’s what young lord Ashworth finds regrettable; then I wish you and Miss Kingsley happiness and many children."
"Thank you."
"Young lord Ashworth, today I will take beauty Cynthia away, thank you for your hospitality."
The young lord of The Western Reaches directly proposed a resignation letter, now with Willow Crawford in his arms, he couldn’t wait to fly back urgently, with no mind to stay any longer.
Morgan Ashworth concealed any emotion, he spoke one word indifferently, "Alright."
Willow Crawford lowered her long lashes, she knew he wouldn’t keep her, he already tired of her, hated her, probably couldn’t wait for her to leave.
After she leaves, he’ll imdiately marry Wesley Kingsley; it’s good that way, Wesley is a good girl, she hopes he finds happiness.
...
In the study, Morgan Ashworth stood tall and long-legged on the balcony, a cigarette pinched between his fingers; he had smoked a lot, the ashtray was filled with a layer of cigarette butts.
Footsteps approached, Wesley Kingsley arrived.
Wesley Kingsley stood beside Morgan Ashworth, looking down, the young lord of The Western Reaches had packed up, a stretched luxury car waited; with the young lord of The Western Reaches holding Willow Crawford, they were about to leave.
"Young lord Ashworth, if you really can’t bear to let Cynthia go, saying just one word could keep her here," said Wesley Kingsley.
Morgan Ashworth didn’t move, he watched Willow Crawford downstairs, "Keeping her once doesn’t an keeping her a second ti, ultimately can’t keep her heart."
Wesley Kingsley, "I’ve investigated, Cynthia is indeed the Princess of Alani, isn’t she the first queen Willow Crawford?"
Morgan Ashworth said nothing.
Wesley Kingsley smiled aningfully, "Didn’t expect the supposedly deceased Willow Crawford to be brought here by you, becoming your little maid; she’s not a common person, but Willow Crawford, young lord Ashworth really sched deeply with the Princess of Willow Crawford, using feelings genuinely."
Morgan Ashworth didn’t look at Wesley Kingsley, his expression remained gentle, "Miss Kingsley, our marriage arrangent can be canceled anyti, you can leave anyti."
Wesley Kingsley, "Young lord Ashworth, you never actually intended to marry , did you?"
...
Downstairs, the young lord of The Western Reaches personally opened the rear car door, "Beauty Cynthia, let’s go, leave this place."
Willow Crawford glanced back, nodded, "Alright, let’s go."
She bent down and entered the luxury car.
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