CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109- NO OTHER WOMEN

Her so-called confession was nothing more than a tactic to politely refuse Tina and the others who wanted her to reveal information about him. She never expected him to suddenly pass by—and, of all times, overhear everything.

Lilian felt utterly embarrassed.

Jackson glanced at Lilian’s flushed face and casually replied to Tina,

"Sounds like the guy must be quite the charmer—otherwise, how else could he have Little Washington here so utterly captivated?"

The couple’s teasing back-and-forth made Lilian’s cheeks burn hotter and hotter. She had this strange feeling that they knew something, yet their reactions suggested otherwise.

Meanwhile, Morrison, who had been silently watching with a slight smile, noticed Lilian’s awkward expression. He called out to Jackson,

"Jackson, weren’t you supposed to discuss something? Let’s move over there and talk."

Finally, Jackson was pulled away by Morrison. Lilian felt a small wave of gratitude for his thoughtful gesture—he must have sensed how uncomfortable she was and stepped in to help.

Overall, the dinner party had been quite pleasant for Lilian. Through Laurent, she got to meet Tina, Sophia, and many other remarkable women from the Seven Families. Some were career-driven, others were homemakers, but no matter the type, they all gave young Lilian people to admire and learn from.

After the dinner, everyone headed back. Morrison told Dave he would stay at a hotel. Dave, of course, didn’t insist he stay at his place again; last night’s stay was just a temporary solution due to his drunkenness.

Lilian went home with her brother and sister-in-law, while Morrison checked into his hotel alone.

After showering, Lilian lay in bed. Without Morrison under the same roof, she thought she should feel relaxed and fall asleep easily—but she wasn’t sleepy at all.

Instead, her mind wandered—would women offering ’services’ come knocking on Morrison’s hotel door? Would he feel lonely and accept them?

That thought made it not a matter of lacking sleepiness, but being unable to sleep.

When he was at Dave’s, right under her watchful eye, she knew exactly what he was up to. There was never any room for doubt. But now, with him alone in a hotel, completely out of her sight, her mind started racing with worries.

Yes, she didn’t trust him enough.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of his past, or her own overthinking nature.

Every time she imagined him alone in that hotel, her mind jumped to all the worst possibilities. She knew it wasn’t healthy, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Unable to shake the thoughts, she sent a video call invitation—at least then she could see if anyone suspicious was around him.

When he answered, the screen first froze on Morrison’s wet hair—he had clearly just showered. Then it shifted down to his waist, where a towel hung casually around his hips, revealing his smooth, sculpted abs disappearing beneath the fabric. The sight made her heart race and her mouth go dry.

Morrison had placed the phone on a nearby table and was drying his hair with a towel as he casually asked,

"Why the sudden video call?"

Lilian stammered on this side, unable to explain the real reason for her call. She hadn’t exactly video-called him for innocent reasons—and as soon as he pulled out the "handsome guy" move, her brain almost short-circuited.

She could only try to save face and say,

"Can you... point the camera at your face first?"

Normally, video calls were face-to-face. Why was he filming his own body?

"I’m drying my hair," he replied casually. "If I point it at my face, I have to hold the phone with one hand. How am I supposed to dry my hair then?"

He still didn’t adjust the camera, continuing to towel his hair while chatting away.

Then, suddenly, he laughed and added,

"To be fair, you can show your body too."

Lilian— "..."

How could someone be this shameless?

Because of his shamelessness, Lilian gave up and simply pointed her phone’s camera toward the ceiling, refusing to look at his nearly half-naked body anymore.

On the other end, Morrison laughed at her reaction. His hair was almost dry by now, so he picked up the phone and finally aimed the camera at his face. Softly, he asked,

"Did you call me for something?"

Seeing he finally showed his face, Lilian grabbed her phone properly.

But she didn’t know how to answer. She just wanted to check if there were any other women around him, which of course she couldn’t say out loud. So she cleverly replied,

"Why don’t you turn the camera around and show me your room? I want to see what kind of place you’re staying in."

Lilian felt pretty proud of herself for coming up with that so quickly.

But Morrison was no fool. He instantly caught on to her little game and raised an eyebrow,

"Want to check out my room?"

"Yeah."

Trying to look casual, Lilian kept her expression natural. Morrison chuckled lowly and obliged, turning the camera to show the entire room—bold and open, letting her take it all in.

Aside from the luxurious hotel decor, there was nothing suspicious in sight. Lilian felt a little relieved, then quickly found a way to save face,

"Wow, your room’s really nice. No wonder you’re so rich."

Morrison switched the camera back to himself and teased,

"With a room this fancy, it feels like a waste living alone. Maybe I should invite a companion over?"

Calling to check his room like this—wasn’t she afraid there might be other women in there?

Morrison might be flirtatious, but there was no way he’d be involved with anyone else when he was so close to her.

Yet Lilian still wouldn’t admit what she was really thinking. She was just playing along.

Sure enough, his teasing words immediately made the young lady flare up and reveal her true feelings.

"How dare you!"

She glared at him angrily through the video screen. Morrison could clearly see her puffed-up cheeks, her sleepwear cuddling her on the bed, looking so fresh and clean—it made him miss her all the more.

He missed her youthful, firm body. Missed the warmth and softness of her... everything. Missed her soft, full lips. Missed all of her.

Thinking about these things, his voice unconsciously deepened and darkened. His gaze locked onto her through the screen,

"I said find a companion—I never said who. Where’s your mind going? Don’t you know the only woman I want right now is you?"

Lilian was embarrassed, and he smiled while continuing,

"Do you really not trust me? Think I’m hiding other women?"

She hadn’t expected he could guess her thoughts so easily. Embarrassed, she pulled the blanket over her face, quietly protesting,

"Even if I believe you wouldn’t go looking, what if some women come knocking on your door, throwing themselves at you?"

Honestly, Morrison never expected her to say such insecure words. He always thought she was confident enough. Since he chose her, she should be confident enough to push away other women.

But hearing her like this—so uncertain—caught him off guard.

Lilian had never been confident around him. These were her true feelings, slipping out without filter.

Now that she’d said it, and he didn’t reply right away, she felt awkward and quickly added,

"Alright, I won’t say more. I’m going to sleep now."

She was about to hang up.

But Morrison stopped her,

"There are no other women."

"It’s been a long, long time since there were any. Especially after you, there’s never been anyone else close to me. That model? It was just because you broke up with me, and I was mad—I used her to provoke you. Same with Monna."

He poured out a whole explanation in one breath.

Lilian hadn’t expected him to explain—so thoroughly, so patiently. She just stared blankly.

She didn’t really mind his past before they got together.

But that model and Monna? That she did mind. Maybe it was because she already had feelings for him back then, so his vague closeness with those women made her uncomfortable.

"That model—we just had dinner together. Nothing more. She wanted to use me for exposure, and I used her to make you jealous, to make you angry."

Morrison’s expression on the other side was serious as he explained.

"Monna? You probably know she’s liked me for a long time. If I really had feelings for her, why wait till now to be ambiguous with her?"

Lilian quietly listened, unable to say a word.

"So, no other women. Especially not tonight."

His low, husky voice soothed her worries. Lilian lifted her eyes and met his gaze through the screen. His expression was open and honest, his eyes deep and full of passion.

At that moment, Lilian chose to believe him. No matter how flirtatious he was, no matter how smooth his words might be with other women, right now, she trusted him—because in this moment, he was sincere.