Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1349: Willow, Come With Me

What’s going on?

Why did the lights suddenly go out?

Bang.

Someone accidentally knocked over the bar, and many glasses fell and shattered.

Ah.

Someone screamed, probably cut by the glass, and the scene turned into chaos, with people starting to run outside.

Originally, Willow Crawford was with Prince Rosen, but they got separated by the crowd, and in the throng, suddenly a large hand reached out and grabbed her slender wrist...

Soon, the lights came back on, revealing the scene.

The guards hurried over and reported to Prince Rosen, "Sir, there was a slight issue with the circuit just now, we’re investigating."

Everyone was still in shock when someone screamed, "Ah, Princess Willow is missing!"

Willow had disappeared from the hall.

Today was Willow’s birthday, but she vanished into thin air due to a small accident.

Everyone was confused, "Where is Princess Willow? She was just here!"

"No idea."

A subordinate asked quietly, "Prince, Princess Willow is missing, shall we send people to seal off all entrances and exits?"

In contrast to everyone’s panic and surprise, Prince Rosen remained calm, his brow didn’t even move as he said in a steady voice, "No need."

Saying this, Prince Rosen left.

...

Willow was taken away by Morgan Ashworth, she struggled hard, "Morgan, let me go, I want to go back!"

Morgan’s handsome face was dark and stormy, and he stared coldly at Willow, "Go back? Back to where? Back into Prince Rosen’s arms or back to his palace to become his princess?"

Willow furrowed her delicate brows, "This is between me and Rosen, it has nothing to do with you. Besides, Rosen and I are engaged, I’m going to marry him!"

Morgan’s muscular chest heaved like a beast as he pulled Willow into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and started washing the right side of Willow’s face.

Her face had just been kissed by Rosen, he wanted to wash it clean.

Willow’s skin was already delicate, and being scrubbed so roughly, it immediately turned red, "Morgan, have you gone mad?"

Morgan held her face and bent down to kiss her.

An overwhelming kiss swept over her, Willow stiffened, slightly bewildered about where she was now.

Last night, hearing the sound of bells, she fell asleep, and when she woke, she was here with no memory of what happened in between.

How did she end up here?

What was Morgan doing?

A rush of blood filled her head, and Willow immediately opened her mouth and bit Morgan’s lip hard.

Hiss.

Morgan winced from the pain and gripped her face, speaking in a low, menacing voice, "Willow, try biting me again?"

She was too bold; last night she had fiercely resisted him, and he still felt the pain.

And now, she dared to bite him again.

She had drawn blood from him.

In Prince Rosen’s presence, she was as meek as a kitten, but with him, she was a wild little cat, which made Morgan quite unhappy.

He wanted to erase all traces of Rosen, to leave his mark on her.

Willow felt the pain as her face was distorted under his grip, "Morgan, you’re hurting me!"

Hearing her cry out in pain, Morgan slowly released her face, unwilling to be rough with her.

Willow stood up wanting to leave.

But Morgan trapped her against the wall, threatening, "If you dare to leave, I’ll hurt you even more, and then don’t blame me if you cry."

Willow, "..." Crazy!

At this, Morgan bent down and gently kissed her red lips.

Willow had nowhere to escape, she said coldly, "Morgan, didn’t you say you were leaving tonight? Why are you here again?"

Morgan immediately scoffed, "Are you hoping I’ll leave now so you can betray me?"

"Leader Morgan, you seem to misunderstand. You’re neither my boyfriend nor my fiancé, so I don’t see why you’d be concerned about betrayal!"

"..."

"Morgan, stop entangling with me; is this fun for you? We won’t have any future together."

Morgan narrowed his eyes and said, "Willow, come with me."

What?

Willow trembled slightly.

"Willow, come with me, I want to take you away."

"Then what? After going with you, what? Watching you harm my family?"

Faced with her questioning, Morgan slowly clenched his fist, his eyes red as he looked at her, "Willow, if you come with me, I’ll give up revenge."

Willow’s pupils constricted in disbelief at his words. Did he really know what he was saying? Was he going to abandon revenge?

"Morgan, are you serious? Don’t forget you’re a Merfolk; your blood carries the duty and mission of revenge, weighing on your shoulders, you..."

"Enough! Don’t say anymore!" Morgan interrupted her, curving his lips into a slight smile, "Princess Willow, you should be happy. You’ve won; for you, I want nothing, only you!"

He said he wanted nothing, only her!

Willow’s heart fluttering in confusion, she dared not meet his eyes, for they burned so hotly, threatening to melt her.

"Morgan, are you tricking me again? You don’t really like me..."

"Willow, do you truly not know or are you just pretending? Morgan said as he placed her hand on his heart, "Do you feel it? It’s beating for you."

Thump, thump, thump.

Willow felt the strong, powerful heartbeat, almost numbing her palm.

Feeling electrified, Willow quickly withdrew her hand.

Morgan reached out and pulled her into his embrace, "Willow, I can give up revenge for you, but you have to give up your princess identity and come with me. Actually, regarding lineage, the position your brother holds should be mine, so I want them to give you to me."

Willow felt like she was dreaming, tightly held in his arms, his head buried in her neck and hair, feeling his erratic breathing; for her, he abandoned everything, bearing guilt in his heart.

Willow wanted to lift her hand to embrace him, but her hand fell back down.

Could she still trust him?

Did he really... like her?

Could they have a future together?

Everything felt so unreal.

...

Morgan took Willow back, and that night, a person arrived, an elderly figure.

Willow stayed in the room, hearing outside the old man raise a hand and slap Morgan hard.