Chapter 1608: Chapter 1608: Are You Looking for Death?
What?
Morgan Ashworth laughed out of anger. Did she say he wasn’t even qualified to be called a gigolo?
"Willow Crawford, tell me, why am I not qualified?" Morgan asked with a grim face. "Is it my looks, my physique, or my skills that are lacking? You can slander, but you must give me a reason!"
"..." Willow just said it offhandedly, not really considering him as such.
Besides, she hadn’t seen any gigolos, so she couldn’t compare.
Moreover, he seemed to be the only man she had, unfamiliar with the outside market and skills.
His handsome face, it was indeed good-looking, the best she had seen, with a great figure, broad shoulders, a slender back, tall stature and long legs, extremely fashionable.
Even though she hadn’t seen any gigolos, she dared to be sure that he was more than qualified in these two aspects.
Unable to criticize these two, Willow could only argue about the third aspect, "Your... your skills are lacking, the experience is poor. If any gigolo were like you, they’d have been complained about long ago, possibly even had their reputation ruined!"
Morgan’s dark eyes immediately swirled with a storm. No man could tolerate his woman doubting and denying him like this; it challenged his limits of endurance.
"Alright Willow, you’ve finally gotten to the reason, haven’t you? You’re saying I’m bad at serving, no wonder you haven’t shown your face in three years. That’s the reason for your heartlessness and ruthlessness."
Willow blinked her eyelashes and hurriedly pushed him away, "How I think doesn’t matter, as long as other women think you’re good enough. After all, we are the past; people need to look forward."
"Don’t worry, I’ll be a qualified ex; I won’t casually reveal any of your private matters to others."
Morgan shook with anger, "Willow Crawford, it seems I need to prove to you whether my skills are good or not."
Morgan lowered his head and kissed her red lips.
He kissed her again!
Every encounter he had this urge to kiss her, Willow, infuriated, opened her mouth and bit his lip.
Ouch.
Morgan felt the pain and immediately let her go, but his palm still pressed against her side, his eyes full of a mix of love and hate, "Willow, are you courting death?"
They were extremely close, and her bangs covered his clear dark eyes. He looked at her, his lip bleeding from the bite, adding an inexplicable allure; he seemed... a bit vulnerable.
Willow’s heart suddenly raced; she didn’t know if she was captivated by his current appearance or if her past feelings for him were resurfacing.
"President Ashworth, let me go first!"
At this moment, Prince Carl Rossi suddenly came out, angrily criticizing Morgan, "Who are you? Let Willow go immediately!"
Morgan saw Prince Carl Rossi, the owner of the royal car on the lawn. So, she did hide a prince inside.
To see her, he needed an appointment, but for others, nothing was required. How double-standard was that?
"Willow Crawford, who is he, why is he coming out from there? Tell me, what’s your relationship?" Morgan demanded harshly.
"He, he is..." Willow opened her mouth to explain, but halfway through realized, why should she?
And what’s with his tone, as if he’s caught her cheating?
Prince Carl Rossi came over and grabbed Willow’s fair wrist, "Sir, please let go!"
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