lerbook Chapter 1494: He Wants to Cherish Both Her and Their Son
Chapter 1494: He Wants to Cherish Both Her and Their Son
However, his tall and handsome figure stood motionless, no matter how hard she tried to push him away.
Willow Crawford’s small hand pressed against his chest gradually curled, gripping his shirt, and her defenses slowly weakened.
Feeling her compliance, Morgan Ashworth finally loosened his hold on her, though his handsome face remained close to hers, their breaths mingling, "You still haven’t answered my question."
What question?
Whether she’s found someone new?
Willow blinked her long lashes, "No, I’m pregnant now, who would want a pregnant woman?"
"You can’t be sure of that," Morgan replied hoarsely.
Willow’s face flushed red; his intense gaze seemed to melt her.
At that moment, Morgan kissed her red lips again.
Willow struggled internally, her rational mind telling her repeatedly to push him away, quickly, but her body no longer seemed to obey her commands, leaving her feeling helpless.
What should she do?
Soon, Morgan embraced her, and they both fell onto the soft bed.
His strong arms held her in a protective gesture, not letting her fall onto the bed.
This big bed had carried too many happy moments for them, and as soon as they fell on it, Willow’s heart started pounding wildly. Everything happening today seemed to deviate from her original plan, making her feel scared.
"Let me see our son," he said, reaching for her dress.
Seeing their son wasn’t a problem; the problem was the dress she wore today. If he lifted it, she would be exposed. Willow regretted not wearing pants today.
"Morgan, wait a minute..." Willow tried to stop him.
But Morgan’s actions were direct and domineering, pushing her dress up over her belly.
Willow’s small hands gripped the sheets to stop him, but it was too late.
Morgan looked at her rounded belly, his large hand caressing it, and then he lowered his head to start kissing her belly.
He loved this baby very much.
Willow felt her belly tickle; even after shaving, a man’s stubble can leave a slight tinge that pricked her delicate skin, causing both pain and ticklishness.
"Morgan, are you done? I’m a bit uncomfortable..." Willow reached out to push him.
Morgan said nothing, continuing to kiss her belly.
"Morgan." Willow’s fair fingers threaded through his short hair, tugging to push his head away.
Finally, Morgan left her belly.
Willow hastily reached out her little hands to pull her skirt back down, wanting to cover her slender white legs.
But Morgan was propped up beside her, his knees on the bed, looking down at her from above.
He said nothing, just looked at her that way.
Though his gaze was silent, it seemed to say everything.
Willow’s face flushed again, "Morgan, it’s getting late. I... I want to go home. Mrs. Webb will be worried if she can’t find me..."
Morgan curled his thin lips, "Willow, are you still a child, so eager to go home?"
Willow felt like an obedient student unwittingly fooled here by him, and then accidentally ended up... on the bed.
At that moment, Morgan reached out to suddenly unbutton her dress.
"What are you trying to do?" Willow instinctively pressed his large hand, looking at him with fluttering eyes.
Morgan kissed her face, his husky voice lingering in her ear, "What do you think I want to do? Why ask when you already know?"
Willow panicked, "I don’t know what you want to do, let me go first..."
"If you think saying it out loud makes it more interesting, then I’ll fulfill your wish now. I want to..."
Willow immediately reached out her small hand to cover his thin lips. Although he hadn’t said it, Willow already had a bad feeling and didn’t want to hear it, afraid to hear it.
Morgan kissed her soft palm.
Frightened, Willow withdrew her little hand.
At this point, Morgan directly unbuttoned two of her buttons.
"Morgan, don’t... I’m still pregnant. We can’t do this. Let me go, I want to go home."
"Willow, you’re over five months pregnant now, already past three months."
Past three months, one could moderate intimacy.
"Morgan, did you invite me today just for this? You don’t care about our son." Willow chided him softly.
Morgan clasped her slender wrist above her head, then leaned down to kiss her red lips.
When he arranged the meeting, he hadn’t thought of this, just wanted to see their son, but seeing her changed everything.
She was more tender than before, and it made him cherish her; after kissing their son, he wanted to kiss her. This mother and child, he wanted to spoil them both, leaving neither behind.
Willow became dizzy from his kiss, her brain unable to think, but she was so afraid of something happening to the baby.
"Morgan, we really shouldn’t do this..."
"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you and our son."
Morgan pulled the blanket over them, enveloping them in darkness, just the two of them left.
In an instant, the world’s noise and chaos seemed distant, Willow’s rigid body slowly softening, melting like water. She raised her small hands, wrapping them around his neck, beginning to respond clumsily.
She missed him very much.
This slight initiative from her ignited a fire inside Morgan, no longer suppressing himself, avoiding her belly, he hugged her passionately, wanting to meld her into his being.
Forget everything else, seize the joy of the moment, just live for now.
...
Wesley Kingsley arrived, asking the maid, "Where’s your master, is he home?"
The maid didn’t expect Wesley to come, the sudden visit from the old and new mistress left the inexperienced maid flustered, "Miss Kingsley, the master’s not home, he’s out busy."
Wesley suspiciously looked at the maid, then turned her gaze towards the tightly shut door upstairs, "Your master just called me and said he was home."
Huh?
The maid was dumbfounded, not knowing what her master meant, wondering if he intended for past and present flames to meet?
"Miss Kingsley, the master’s home, but... but Miss Crawford is here too."
Wesley knew that Morgan had accompanied Willow Crawford for a prenatal checkup. Since she loved this man and planned to marry him, she had accepted the child in Willow’s belly. But she hadn’t expected Morgan to bring Willow herself back home.
They say you shouldn’t marry a divorced man, especially one with children, because they’re prone to rekindling with their ex-wives.
Wesley furrowed her brow and quickly headed upstairs, "Then I’ll go find your master."