Chapter 1552: Chapter 1552: I Missed You
He was holding her so tight it was almost hard for her to breathe.
Morgan Ashworth tightened his strong arm around her, pulling her hard into his chest, wishing he could knead her into his very bones and blood. That feeling grounded him, made him feel safe.
It was a long while before he finally loosened his hold on her. He dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sleep, my Princess Willow."
Willow Crawford turned over, with her back to him, then closed her eyes.
She was over nine months pregnant now, and it was the middle of the night. She really was exhausted and she could feel sleep creeping up on her.
Half-asleep, she felt the man behind her also turn on his side and press up against her. He wrapped his arm around her from behind, one big hand falling onto her rounded belly, stroking back and forth.
The baby in her belly was tumbling around, very energetic, maybe sensing his father’s presence and expressing his happiness and joy in his own little way.
Morgan’s movements were very gentle; she could feel how deeply he cherished and doted on this child.
Willow let father and son "talk" to each other, and she herself drifted quickly into dreamland.
She didn’t know how long had passed before Willow was jolted awake by a strange sensation. She felt like she was lying on a furnace; the man beside her was radiating heat, his body temperature scalding.
Willow was so sleepy she could barely open her eyes. Just then her body was turned over, and the man’s kisses fell on her cheeks, then buried in the hollow of her neck, kissing her hair.
Her small hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away. She mumbled, half-asleep, "Morgan Ashworth, what are you doing, I’m so sleepy, I want to sleep."
Her drowsy voice had that soft, lilting sweetness of Suzhou tones, extra gentle and pleasant to the ear. Morgan’s voice was hoarse as he said, "Willow, I can’t sleep."
"Why can’t you sleep?"
"What do you think? How long has it been since we were together? I...miss you."
Willow’s cheeks instantly flushed a bright red. She remembered how, when she’d been just over four months pregnant, he’d tricked her into coming home and the two of them had done those shameful things—only to be caught and harangued by Aunt Weaver, and then her mommy had given her a thorough scolding when she got back.
It was so humiliating. Princess Willow, who had always been raised like a pampered heiress, had never done anything quite so...out of bounds.
And yet he was at it again.
"Morgan Ashworth, don’t you dare get any ideas. I’m already more than nine months pregnant. Are you an animal or what? You can’t just think about yourself, right?"
Morgan pressed his thin lips together.
"Go take a shower, hurry up. A shower will fix it." Willow urged him to go take a cold shower.
Morgan said, "I already took two, but it’s not working."
"Well I’m not an option either. Even if you don’t care about me, you should at least care about your child."
Morgan hurriedly grabbed her small hand. "Willow, give yourself to me, and give the baby to me too. I’ll take care of both you and the baby."
"..." She didn’t believe that for a second. Willow tried to yank her little hand back with all her strength.
But it was no use. Morgan didn’t give her the slightest chance to escape.
...
The next morning.
Willow slept until she woke up naturally. It had been an especially restful sleep; she hadn’t dreamed at all.
Her lashes trembled and she opened her eyes. Morgan’s handsome face filled her vision, enlarged right in front of her. She was lying in his arms now.
Willow slowly reached out her slender, pale fingers and traced along his handsome face. She hadn’t seen him for quite a while, and she only felt that he looked even more like a jade-carved prince than before, devastatingly good-looking.
Her fingers slid from his forehead down along the bridge of his nose, all the way until they found his thin lips.
