novelbin Chapter 1487: She Has Been Pregnant for More Than Five Months
Chapter 1487: She Has Been Pregnant for More Than Five Months
Ethan Barnes reached out to dismiss the women around him, "Alright, all of you settle down for a while. Tonight, Morgan Ashworth will be coming here, so don’t cause any trouble for me, understood?"
The women dared not cause any trouble, they nodded quickly, "Yes, we understand."
Ethan went upstairs to the study, leaving the women surrounding Dianna,
"Dianna, sister, that Celeste Linden is as fierce as a shrew. Did you get hurt?"
"Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, King Hayden has chosen you, and he’ll be spending the night with you. That’s quite an honor."
"Dianna, sister, you have to take care of us in the future, we’re all sticking with you."
Dianna had suffered many injuries; Celeste Linden had been particularly strong, making her ache terribly. But she felt it was worth it to gain Ethan’s favor in exchange.
However, Ethan still hadn’t been intimate with her; despite his selection, he continued to sleep on the sofa these days.
Dianna silently clenched her fist, she was always probing, testing Ethan’s true feelings.
If he still didn’t favor her tonight, then Celeste Linden couldn’t be left alone!
...
Morgan Ashworth came over, celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival with Ethan Barnes.
Having not seen him for days, Morgan Ashworth had become more refined, with an air of aloof detachment, more silent than usual, less inclined to smile, he appeared like a cold ice block people dared not approach.
"Brother-in-law, I heard you’re already planning the wedding with Wesley Kingsley of the Kingsley family, is that true?" Ethan gossiped.
Morgan Ashworth glanced at the full moon, then nodded, "It’s true."
He truly was going to marry Wesley Kingsley.
"Well, congratulations, brother-in-law. With women, old ones leave, new ones come. But Willow Crawford is still carrying your child; by now, it should be several months along, right?"
Morgan Ashworth’s calm heart instantly moved; today marks five months and sixteen days of her pregnancy.
Ethan could see how Morgan Ashworth cared about the child; after all, men often prioritize their offspring, "Brother-in-law, have you gone to see Princess Willow Crawford? Although your feelings are gone, the child is still yours. At least see it, experience the child’s presence."
Speaking of this made Morgan frown. Since their falling out, he hadn’t contacted Willow at all, and she was entirely silent.
Both sides had made their stance clear—no contact, it’s preferable to never interact again.
Yet, he yearned for the child.
The child, still unborn, nestled in her womb, but he never stopped anticipating and longing for its arrival.
However, the past hurt too much; seeing the child would mean seeing her, a prospect he had no intention of approaching.
Everything related to Willow Crawford had become a thorn in his heart.
He didn’t want to see her.
Didn’t want to remember.
He even wished to erase all memories connected to her.
Morgan Ashworth no longer wished to discuss this topic, "Where is my sister? I wish to see her."
"Your sister resides in the back courtyard now."
"Back courtyard? You’ve relegated her to the cold palace?"
"Isn’t that her dream? I’m fulfilling it."
Morgan Ashworth said no more, heading straight to the back courtyard, "I’ll go find my sister."
Celeste Linden knew Morgan Ashworth would come tonight, so she waited early on. Last time, she’d slapped her brother, and her heart ached for it.
"Miles, you’re here?" Celeste happily welcomed him.
Morgan Ashworth observed his sister, other than the red marks on her face masking her appearance, she seemed radiant, full of vigor, clearly thriving in this place, much happier.
"Sister, what happened to your face?"
"It’s fine, I like it this way. Brother, I have something for you." Celeste Linden handed him a photo album.
"Sister, what is this?"
"Willow sent it over; it’s a collection of pictures she took during her pregnancy. Take it home and look it over."
Willow Crawford’s items?
Morgan immediately wanted to discard the album, "I don’t want this."
"Miles, you’re abandoning your own son? Willow is over five months pregnant now; her belly has grown so much." Celeste gestured happily, "Willow regularly goes for check-ups, the baby is very healthy, Willow hears the baby’s heartbeat every day. Oh, in a few days Willow will have a four-dimensional ultrasound, you’ll be able to see what the baby looks like. It’s the first meeting with the baby."
A new life always brings joy, and Morgan Ashworth’s previously dormant eyes began to brighten. It’s his first time as a father, he was inexperienced, without a chance to participate—he didn’t know these things.
He didn’t know it was possible to hear the baby’s heartbeat, nor did he know about four-dimensional ultrasounds.
"Miles, take this album home; you can throw it away if you want, if you really dare to."
...
Back home, Morgan Ashworth worked late in his study; the room was dense with smoke from the many cigarettes he’d smoked, ashtray overflowing with stubs.
Since Willow Crawford left, he’d grown addicted to smoking.
Piled upon his desk were many documents; he immediately focused on work upon returning, but the documents remained untouched, not a single one reviewed.
His mind was elsewhere entirely.
The album lay within reach, yet he hadn’t looked through it.
Despite not opening it, his thoughts were consumed by it.
He didn’t even know why he felt this way?
Extinguishing the cigarette, Morgan Ashworth reached to open the album, and Willow Crawford’s image quickly flooded his view.
It had been so long since he’d seen Willow, especially for the first time in her pregnant state.
Five months along, her belly had started to show, not large, but round and pointy—a definite sign of carrying a boy.
Morgan observed her belly, then focused on her; despite being over five months pregnant, she hadn’t gained weight. On the contrary, she seemed thinner than before.
He wondered why she’d become so thin; her small face seemed no bigger than a palm, her shoulders delicate, viewed from behind she appeared a slender girl, no signs of pregnancy.
The first photo was taken on the carpet. She wore a white shirt, basking in sunlight, head down, caressing her belly—the warmth enveloped her, and she was awash in maternal softness.
Soft and gentle, peace and quiet.
Morgan Ashworth extended a hand, his long fingers traced over her belly, then her face.
His fingertips brushed over her brow and eyes, in that moment, a tidal wave of longing and affection surged forth.