Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1363: Willow Crawford, I’m Back.

Morgan Ashworth trapped her in his embrace, looking down at her with a playful scrutiny, "Do you know who my past acquaintance is?"

Willow Crawford avoided his gaze, her face was a bit pale, showing a hint of rejection, "I don’t know, I don’t want to hear."

"That past acquaintance was my first love girlfriend."

Willow Crawford’s long lashes trembled fiercely, unable to break free, she simply stopped moving, meeting his gaze, "And then?"

Morgan Ashworth reached out to touch her petite face, reminiscing, "She was very young at that time, but she said she liked me, so we fell in love. We slept together, she liked to curl up in my arms."

"We held hands, kissed, and once, her little hand served me..."

"Enough! Stop talking!" Willow Crawford interrupted him.

Morgan Ashworth kept watching her facial expressions, now her pale face showed a hint of suspicious red, unsure if it was embarrassment or anger, she did not want to hear this topic.

Morgan Ashworth squinted his eyes, then curved his thin lips into a faint smile, "Do you know what my first love girlfriend’s name was? Her name was... Willow Crawford."

Willow Crawford looked at him, "What a coincidence, my name is also Willow Crawford, but, this Willow Crawford is not that Willow Crawford, that is your first love Willow Crawford, and I am First Princess Willow Crawford!"

Willow Crawford directly revealed her identity.

Upon hearing "First Princess" these four words, Morgan Ashworth chuckled flirtatiously, "Exactly, you’re not that Willow Crawford anymore, you are now the high and mighty First Princess. The previous Willow Crawford could make me bow at her feet, but now the First Princess can make all men in the world bow at your feet, I must say, Willow Crawford, you have become more impressive."

Morgan Ashworth genuinely praised her, five years without seeing her, she has completely grown up, the once naive girl curled in his arms, now a peerlessly beautiful woman with an enchanting figure, like a ripe peach, juicy and tempting, or like a rose covered in dew, alluring men to covet and pluck.

First Princess Willow Crawford is the dream of many men.

His gaze was indecent, even when she flaunted her "First Princess" identity, he merely teased, and Willow Crawford coldly asked, "Is it you behind Earl Roy’s plots?"

"Want to know?"

"Will you tell me?"

Morgan Ashworth’s gaze fell on her blouse’s button, threatening to burst, "First Princess renowned for beauty, why don’t you try using your charms to see if I’ll speak?"

Willow Crawford’s snow-white earlobe turned completely red, she began struggling again, "Let go of me!"

Morgan Ashworth used a few long fingers to pin her slender wrists behind her, as she struggled, her chest fully exposed, began to sway, indescribably seductive.

He kept staring at her, his protruding Adam’s apple rolled twice indifferently.

Only now did Willow Crawford realize how... provocative she looked, her face flushed red, she gritted her teeth, "Audacious, do you know molesting the princess is a capital offense?"

Morgan Ashworth, "Yes, I know... but under the peony, death is worthwhile."

Willow Crawford forcefully withdrew her wrists, raising her hand to slap his handsome face, "Shameless!"

But Morgan Ashworth caught her small hand, not letting her hit.

In the past, she hit him, because he allowed it.

Not anymore, he wouldn’t let her hit him again.

"So, tell me, what’s your real motive? What are you planning using Earl Roy? If I’m not wrong, tonight is a trap you set!"

Morgan Ashworth looked at her sharp eyes, "What makes you say that?"

"Earl Roy intentionally targeted my lady-in-waiting, just to lure me to the Earl’s residence to find you. The cigarette butt in the study was a clue you left deliberately. You knew I would investigate you, you knew I would come tonight."

"Everything happening here is under your control. You made me shower, wear these clothes, then told me a lascivious first-love story and molested me. Mr. Linden, you are truly a scheming and shameless person!"

Morgan Ashworth didn’t get angry, letting her scold him, anyway... she was right, it was all his trap.

"Since the princess is so wise, why not guess my ultimate goal?"

Willow Crawford shook her head, "I can’t guess."

Morgan Ashworth pulled her slender wrist drawing her into his arms, and kissed her red lips.

The clean, mature male scent poured in instantly, Willow Crawford’s pupils shrank fiercely, he actually!

Her small hand pushed against his chest, attempting to push him away, but Morgan Ashworth forcefully kept her confined, his kiss like a storm, lacking any tenderness, only a domineering possessive destructive desire.

Willow Crawford felt extremely uncomfortable. In the past five years, not a single man around her, consumed by political affairs daily, leaving no time to consider such matters, in affairs of love, she was completely inexperienced.

Being kissed like this now made her unable to breathe, feeling as if he was trying to break through the barrier of her teeth.

Willow Crawford immediately clenched her teeth, refusing him entry.

Morgan Ashworth released her, his eyes ablaze with fire, unreservedly revealing his desire, he commanded, "Open your mouth."

Willow Crawford shook her head, unwillingly.

Morgan Ashworth’s handsome brows furrowed darkly, he reached out a big hand to press her petite face, forcing her to open her mouth.

He exerted great force, quickly reddening her small face, Willow Crawford angrily bit his hand.

Hiss.

Morgan Ashworth winced in pain, as she bit hard enough to draw blood.

Blood boiled instantly, the intense painful and exhilarating feeling rushed in, reminiscent of that violently ended yet sweet first love, Morgan Ashworth gently hugged her.

He lowered his reddened eyes, burying his handsome face deeply into her hair, his voice hoarse, whispering in her ear, "Willow Crawford, I’m back."

"What I want, don’t you know? I want to sleep with you, destroy everything you have now, clip your wings, lock you in my gilded cage, every night I want to lay over you, turn you into my slave, every day I want you to rely on my mercy to live."

His husky voice was calm and composed, as if he wasn’t making a vow, but notifying her.

He said, Willow Crawford, I’m back.

Willow Crawford was still biting his hand, her hair obscuring her face, but two crystalline tears quickly fell, disappearing.