"Morgan, why didn’t you answer me?"
Ashley raised her head and looked at Morgan with blurred eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted and curled upward—like a budding flower, inviting someone to pick it.
Without waiting for his reply, she continued, "Hey, you don’t know how to answer, do you? Because… too many girls like you. And you like a lot of girls too. You don’t even know which one is prettier or which one smells better, so… you’re struggling to choose!”
Morgan frowned. "Who told you that?"
Ashley rolled her eyes. "Do I need someone to tell me? Aren’t all rich men like that? The richer you are, the more of a womanizer you are."
"Morgan…”
Ashley leaned in closer, pointed at him, and said, "You’re so rich—you must be the biggest r****h in this country."
"Ashley Sa
