What is she busy with?
Morgan couldn’t help but recall the conversation outside the private room at the bar today, where Caden Crawford seed to be arranging so matchmaking banquets for his sister.
With so many offspring among those big shots, who wouldn’t want to beco the Crawford family’s esteed son-in-law?
Morgan was imdiately unsettled, already visualizing the scene in his mind — a lot of young talents coming to the Crawford family with gifts, while Willow Crawford is in the middle choosing a husband.
Outrageous.
He couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.
...
At this mont, Willow was in her room. Going to the bar earlier was quite a physical task, so when she returned ho she felt tired and took a nice rose petal milk bath.
After drying her long hair with a towel, Willow picked up her phone, seeing many missed calls from Morgan.
She hadn’t heard the calls while she was in the bath.
Why did he call so many tis? Did sothing happen?
Willow felt a bit uneasy and quickly called back.
However, the call went unanswered.
Why isn’t he answering?
Willow was growing anxious.
Just then, she heard a slight sound near the window. Who could it be?
Startled, Willow opened the window and saw a familiar tall figure.
Morgan had co, and he was climbing her window.
Oh my.
What was he doing?
"Morgan, what are you doing climbing through my window in the middle of the night?" Willow asked in a hushed astonishnt.
Morgan was quite skilled, agile and nimble. He climbed up swiftly, supported himself on the windowsill, and jumped right in.
"You are my wife. I climb the window in the middle of the night to see my beloved wife," Morgan laughed.
Willow tossed the towel in her hand onto his handso face, "You nearly scared to death just now. I thought it was a thief."
The towel carried the scent of her bath and her natural fragrance. Morgan deeply inhaled the scent from the towel and then hugged her from behind, buried his handso face in her long hair, and nuzzled, "No thief, but there’s certainly a flower thief. Darling, you sll wonderful."
Willow felt like his arrival completely shifted the mood, "Morgan, be serious, this is my family ho, and this is my room. Daddy, Mommy, and my big brother are all outside, they could co over any mont."
Hearing this, Morgan toned it down a bit but still held Willow tightly, "What did your daddy and brother talk to you about today?"
"Nothing much, Daddy and big brother seed to go out for so business today, why?"
Thinking about his father-in-law Hayden Crawford’s furrowed brows and the matchmaking talk from his big sister’s president brother, Morgan was quite surprised they hadn’t bad-mouthed him in front of Willow.
Morgan confessed everything, "I bumped into your daddy and big brother at the bar today, they seed quite displeased with ."
Pff.
Willow covered her mouth and laughed, "My daddy and big brother are very smart people, don’t worry, they have their considerations. But Morgan, you must be nice to and cherish . Otherwise, my daddy and brothers certainly won’t let you off."
"Of course, the wife cos first," Morgan vowed.
Willow turned around and hugged Morgan. Though the two were apart for just a few days, it felt like ages because they were newlyweds but had to be apart.
"Did Mildred take the bait?" Willow asked.
Morgan nodded, "I think she’s wavering. She seems anxious, and when people are anxious, they make mistakes. I believe she’ll soon reveal her hand."
Willow feigned a sigh, "It’s Morgan’s charm that’s irresistible, the mont I left, she couldn’t wait to make her move."
Morgan imdiately reached out and pinched Willow’s soft and pretty cheek, "This was your idea. I didn’t want to be apart from you."
Willow felt like he was being cheeky after getting what he wanted, "I know, hubby is the best."
That’s a bit better.
"Darling, you sit here, I’ll help dry your hair."
"Alright, I’ll leave it to Master Morgan then."
Willow sat down, and Morgan took the hairdryer to dry her hair. She had such smooth and beautiful black hair, and as her long hair weaved between his fingers, his heart softened and cald.
Only by her side did he feel this way.
With the rare occasion of being personally attended to by Master Morgan, Willow thoroughly enjoyed it. His movents were gentle, but once her hair was nearly dry, Willow realized his hands started misbehaving.
Smack.
Willow swatted away his hand, glancing at him coquettishly in the mirror, "Master Morgan, behave yourself."
Morgan put down the hairdryer, "They say won love rascals, does madam prefer serious n?"
Willow noticed Morgan was becoming naughty, "You’ve been hanging out with Ethan Barnes these past few days, has he been corrupting you?"
The suddenly ntioned Ethan felt wronged, what did this have to do with him?
Morgan leaned in and kissed Willow’s cheek, "It’s all madam’s fault for being so beautiful, I can’t hold back as your husband."
Saying that, Morgan scooped Willow up horizontally and tossed her onto the soft, large bed.
Startled, Willow quickly tried to get up, "Morgan, don’t do anything rash, this is my room, and my family is right outside."
Precisely because it’s her room, Morgan couldn’t hold back. He’d never tried it in her room before.
Morgan propped his hands on either side of her, trapping her dominantly in his embrace, "As long as you keep quiet, your family won’t hear a thing."
"But..."
Morgan leaned down and kissed her deeply, pouring over her.
Willow was kissed into a daze, his clean, fresh masculine scent dominated her senses, and her initially resistant little hands began to clutch his shirt. This man always made it impossible to refuse him.
"Darling, I’ve missed you these past few days, did you miss ?" Morgan asked in a deep, gentle voice.
Help.
Willow felt her ears were about to beco pregnant. If female allure could ruin a nation, she felt the sa about male allure.
Willow nodded repeatedly with her eyes closed, "Yes."
"You see, we are newlyweds separated suddenly. As a wife, shouldn’t you make it up to ?" he gently coaxed.
Willow nodded, "Okay."
Morgan curled his thin lips, his fingers landing on her pajama buttons, slowly undoing them, "Call ."
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice sweet, coy, and charming, "Hubby~"
"Mhm!"
"Dear husband~"
"Mhm!"
"My wonderful hubby~"
"Mhm, mhm!"
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