Morgan Ashworth and Ethan Barnes were having a conversation inside, while Willow Crawford and Celeste Linden went to the back garden.
Willow, concerned, held Celeste’s hand, "Sister Celeste, I know you must not have done this willingly. Ethan forced you to divorce, didn’t he? Don’t worry, this ti we’ll definitely take you away, and we won’t let that devil Ethan hurt you again."
Celeste smiled, "Willow, I appreciate the intentions of both you and Miles, but I’m staying here, I’m not going anywhere."
"Why, Sister Celeste, are you really willing to stay with Ethan?" "Willow, this is my choice, my path in life, so you don’t need to get involved. As long as you and Miles are well, and I can see you live happily together, I’ll be happy."
"But..."
Celeste changed the topic, "Willow, do you know how much my Miles likes you? You were his dream from his youth, and because of the gap in status, he has never felt secure. He has always been on the losing end between you two. He’s always looked up to you, so promise , never leave him again. He needs you very much."
Willow felt a warmth in her heart, having already realized Miles Ashworth’s feelings for her. Whether it was Morgan Ashworth or Miles Linden, they were the sa person, the young man she deeply loved.
"Okay, Sister Celeste, I promise you, I’ll always be by his side. I won’t leave him alone anymore."
Celeste felt reassured by this.
At this mont, Morgan Ashworth approached, "Sister, Willow, what are you two talking about?"
"Nothing much, Miles. You’re already an adult, not getting any younger. Since you’re with Willow now, when will you marry her? I’m waiting for your wedding," Celeste said with a smile.
Marriage...
Willow and Morgan had just reconciled, living in their world like a couple in love. They hadn’t yet considered marriage.
How would they get married?
Their status differences were still there, unavoidable, and there were many issues in reality waiting for them to address.
Celeste understood that neither of them spoke because they were both contemplating. She laughed, "Miles and Willow, you really should get married now."
...
Morgan took Willow ho, and she relayed Celeste’s ssage to him, "Although Sister Celeste told us not to interfere in her matters, I think she doesn’t want to burden us. Look at Ethan; he has a huge harem. In this day and age, he’s still living like an emperor. I’m worried he might even infect Sister Celeste with his illness. We still need to think of a way to rescue Sister Celeste."
Willow had a sentintal purism; just the thought of Ethan’s residence full of beauties made her shudder. She didn’t want to see Sister Celeste live like this.
Morgan showed no expression, "Ethan isn’t exactly how you see him."
"What do you an?"
Morgan didn’t elaborate, "You’ll find out in the future."
Willow felt more confused, thinking Morgan was keeping her in suspense.
"Willow, have you thought about what Sister ntioned?" Morgan suddenly asked.
Willow’s heart skipped a beat, "You an... marriage?"
Morgan nodded, "Yes, Willow, would you be willing to marry and be my wife?"
Really, is this his proposal? So simple, without any sincerity.
Willow wanted to speak, but Morgan said, "Let’s just wait a bit. We’re good as we are now."
Morgan thought of his own health; he didn’t have much ti left, and he shouldn’t be too greedy.
Willow was still in her pri; how could he bear to confine her to himself? It was enough already; he was happy.
Willow also thought about his illness, the Heartbreak Grass in his body...
At this mont, the driver in front suddenly braked, and the luxury car stopped imdiately, "Young master, soone is blocking the way ahead."
Who?
Willow looked up and saw a presidential bulletproof car blocking the way; there was no need to guess, her brother Caden Crawford was here!
This was Westria, originally her brother’s territory. It seed he already knew she was alive.
"Miles, it’s my brother," Willow whispered.
"Yes," Morgan nodded slightly and then opened the car door.
"Miles!" Willow grabbed Morgan’s sleeve, "Later, don’t get into a conflict with my brother. Let talk to him."
Morgan smirked lightly, "Willow, your mind is filled with your brother. Do you care about him more than , or do you think your brother has beco so weak in your mind?"
Willow shook her head, "No, because my brother knows I like you, so he won’t harm you..."
Morgan’s gaze softened, and he reached out to stroke Willow’s long hair, "Alright, I’ll listen to you."
Morgan opened the car door and got out hand in hand with Willow.
Ahead, Caden Crawford stepped out as well. Tonight, the President wore a black trench coat with a clean white shirt underneath, his features chiseled like a piece of fine art. As the eldest son of the Crawford family, he exuded a distinguished aura, with an air of aloofness and nobility.
"Brother," Willow called out.
Caden glanced at Morgan Ashworth, then looked at Willow, "Sister, you’ve been out for a long ti. Mom and Dad are very worried about you. Co, I’ll take you ho."
Willow felt guilty. As a daughter, she had failed repeatedly, causing her parents to worry, unable to be filial.
At this mont, she felt her palm tighten; it was Morgan curling his fingers, gripping her small hand tightly.
Willow’s eyes were red, "Brother, I can’t go ho with you now. Please tell Mom and Dad that I’m fine. I’ll visit them with Morgan when the ti cos."
Willow made it clear that she wanted to take Morgan ho to et her parents.
What kind of relationship requires eting the parents?
Caden looked at Morgan’s handso face, "Young Master Ashworth, my sister’s feelings for you are clear. Are you encouraging her to sever family ties? If you’re sincere, you should let her co ho first. Discuss everything else between you two later."
Morgan showed no emotional fluctuation, simply said, "Willow is safe with , you can rest assured."
Then Morgan looked at Willow, "Willow, let’s go."
Willow nodded, ready to leave with Morgan.
But just then, a Rolls-Royce Phantom luxury car sped over, and the car door opened, revealing Hayden Crawford and Serena Sterling.
Serena hadn’t seen her daughter in a long ti and couldn’t help but call out, "Willow!"
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