Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: Don’t Hold Me So Tight
Morgan Ashworth instructed Eleven, "Drive."
"Yes, master."
The luxury car sped away.
Just like that, no matter how much Willow Crawford struggled and resisted, it was to no avail; Morgan Ashworth forcibly took her back to his home.
In the mansion, Willow sat by the bed. A maid brought a cup of hot milk and respectfully said, "Miss Crawford, this is milk that the master ordered to be heated for you. You must drink it all."
Willow refused, "I don’t want to drink it. I don’t want to drink anything."
"But Miss Crawford, if you don’t listen to the master, he will be angry."
"..." She was angry herself.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Morgan Ashworth walked in. The maid immediately said, "Master, Miss Crawford is refusing to drink the milk."
"Got it, you can leave now." Morgan Ashworth took the milk.
The maid quickly retreated.
Morgan Ashworth came in front of Willow, handed her the hot milk, "Drink the milk and get some sleep, it’s late, you should rest."
Willow looked up at him, "Morgan Ashworth, please send me home quickly, my mom will soon realize I’m missing."
Morgan Ashworth didn’t show any emotion. He sat on the bed and asked her again, "You’re really not drinking?"
"No."
"Alright." Morgan Ashworth picked up the milk, took a sip himself, then grabbed her by the back of the head and suddenly kissed her.
Being caught off guard by the kiss, Willow’s eyelashes fluttered, and as she was distracted, Morgan Ashworth took the opportunity to pry open her teeth and directly fed a mouthful of hot milk into her mouth.
Willow barely had time to spit it out, and with a "gulp," she swallowed it down.
Morgan Ashworth still didn’t let her go, instead deepening the kiss, clearly taking advantage of feeding the milk.
Willow’s face turned bright red, and she quickly reached out her small hand to push against his chest, forcing him away.
Morgan Ashworth looked at her lips, now wet and shiny from the kiss, and raised an eyebrow with good humor, "Princess Crawford, do you want to drink the milk or not? If you still don’t want to, I don’t mind feeding you the whole cup this way, but then I’ll have reason to question your motives. I might suspect you’re doing it on purpose, deliberately making me kiss you."
As soon as he said this, Willow quickly grabbed the milk from his hand and started drinking it in large gulps.
She soon finished, "I’ve drunk it."
Morgan Ashworth took the empty cup and placed it on the bedside table, then said, "Sleep."
He gestured with his eyes to the big bed behind him.
"Fine, I’ll sleep, but if I’m going to sleep, shouldn’t you leave?" Willow spoke to urge him away.
Morgan Ashworth didn’t move a muscle, "Princess Crawford, you must be confused about the situation. This is my room, and this bed is mine as well."
What?
"What do you mean?"
"Princess Crawford, tonight we’re sleeping together."
"..."
He had brought her back and was now eager to sleep with her together. Willow wasn’t mentally prepared at all.
"I don’t want to. I’ll sleep on my own, and you sleep on yours. We mind our own business."
Morgan Ashworth’s hand landed on her slender waist, pulled her down onto the big bed behind them, "Stop talking nonsense. Sleep."
Willow tried to struggle, but his arm firmly locked around her shoulders, holding her tightly in his embrace.
It was then that she realized he had gone out to take a shower earlier, probably in the next room, and was wearing black silk pajamas.
"Don’t hold me so tight."
