Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1364: Is Your Husband Impotent?

As the two stood frozen, a melodic phone ringtone sounded. It was a call from Willow Crawford.

Willow breathed a sigh of relief, trying to break free from him, but Morgan Ashworth showed no intention of letting go. Willow could only reach into her bag and pull out her phone; it was Lady Pearl calling.

Lady Pearl was calling, urging her to return home.

For the past five years, Lady Pearl, as an overbearing mother-in-law, had been keeping a strict watch over her, fearing she’d find some man outside. It was already late, and once again, she was calling to check up on her.

Willow didn’t want to answer; she considered declining the call.

"Why aren’t you answering?" At this moment, Morgan’s large hand extended over and directly picked up her phone.

"What are you doing? Give me back my phone!" Willow quickly reached to snatch her phone back.

Morgan raised his arm high, not letting her get it, "Lady Pearl, your mother-in-law? This late, why is she calling you?"

He looked at her with mockery, as if enjoying her predicament.

Willow’s exquisite face flushed red and white in anger, glaring at him, "What’s it to you? Are you always this nosy?"

"It’s so late; your mother-in-law wouldn’t be checking up on you, would she? But it should be your current husband, Prince Rosen, doing that. Why isn’t he calling you?"

Willow didn’t want to discuss this topic and just reached for her phone, "This is my private affair. It has nothing to do with you!"

"Oh, I remember now. Your husband, Prince Rosen, has been suffering from a severe illness for the past five years. I’m curious, just how ill is he?"

Willow’s heart skipped a beat. The Prince’s illness had always been a forbidden topic, and now, he was bringing it up out of the blue with unknown intentions.

"Princess, I’m quite curious," Morgan tilted his handsome face close to hers, lowered his voice, and asked with a smile, "Is your husband too sick to... be intimate with you?"

Willow shivered.

"Otherwise, why would your mother-in-law be so anxious to check up on you?"

Willow found herself unable to refute. She said directly, "You can keep the phone; I don’t want it. I’m leaving."

She got up to leave.

She gave him the phone, didn’t want it anymore, and would have someone replace the SIM card directly.

This time, Morgan didn’t try to stop her. He just curled his lips coldly, then moved his fingers and connected the call.

"Hello, Willow, why haven’t you returned home?" Lady Pearl’s voice quickly came through.

Willow gasped, not expecting him to actually answer her phone.

Now, Morgan arched his dashing eyebrows, looking at her with interest and as if enjoying a drama.

Willow immediately reached out to snatch the phone back, "Hello, madam."

"Willow, it’s already so late. Where are you now? I asked your secretary, and it seems you had no plans for tonight," Lady Pearl questioned.

Morgan leaned into Willow’s ear, laughing with intrigue, "Your mother-in-law is quite professional in checking up on you, coming prepared."

How could he still dare to talk?

If Lady Pearl heard there was a man here, it would be trouble.

Willow gave him a warning glare, meaning for him not to speak.

"Fine, I won’t talk. So tell me, what cup size are you wearing now?" His gaze shamelessly lingered on her chest as he asked a private question.

Willow shivered violently, grabbed the phone, and ended the call. She started struggling fiercely, "Let go of me, you bastard!"

Morgan’s large hands landed on her delicate waist, giving it a hard squeeze.

She seemed to feel the pain, her supple body trembling vigorously in his embrace.

Morgan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice becoming hoarser, "Still holding up, huh? Has it been long since your husband touched you? I could satisfy you for him!"

Willow felt his humiliation; he kept taunting her.

He was rough with her, strong, and his desires for her were genuine, but so was the torment and catharsis. Maybe, in his eyes, she was a noble "escort," and simply a toy he had firmly in his grasp.

Willow’s eyes reddened a bit. She didn’t know where she found the strength, but she pushed him away and ran out the door.

She ran.

Morgan didn’t chase her. This time he let her run. He leaned back heavily into the couch, not needing a mirror to know that his eyes were filled with a terrifying red, his throat itching like it had been scorched by burning coals.

He closed his eyes and took out his phone from his pocket, dialing a number, "Get a woman in here."

...

Willow returned to the luxurious nanny van, and Una immediately noticed something was wrong with her expression and asked, "Princess, what’s wrong? Who is that Mr. Linden, and what happened just now?"

Who is he?

Willow’s eyes were a bit dazed.

Willow didn’t reply, and Una didn’t dare ask further, maintaining silence all the way back to the royal estate, where Lady Pearl was already waiting.

"Willow, you’re finally back. It’s so late; where have you been?" Lady Pearl fired off questions immediately.

Willow’s heart felt heavy. She ignored Lady Pearl and silently went upstairs.

Seeing this, Lady Pearl was in a panic, like ants on a hot pan. She followed Willow, "Willow, who were you with when I called, a man or a woman? Why did you hang up the phone?"

Willow suddenly stopped at the door to her room, gave Lady Pearl a cold glance, "My mommy came over, so I had dinner with her. Do I need to report this to you?"

As soon as Serena Sterling’s name was mentioned, Lady Pearl’s expression changed, and she immediately went silent.

With such a formidable maternal support, this mother-in-law could only back down.

"Anything else? If you need anything, you can call my mommy directly to confirm. If not, I’m tired and have a lot of work tomorrow. I’m heading to bed."

Willow entered the room and shut the door.

Lady Pearl faced a slammed door, almost fuming with anger.

...

It was late at night, yet Willow still hadn’t fallen asleep.

She wore a white chiffon nightgown, sitting forlornly against the bed, curled up on the soft carpet.

The spot on her waist was burning with pain, where he had pinched hard earlier, constantly reminding her it wasn’t a dream. He was really back!

In her hands, Willow held a plush doll. When she returned five years ago, she brought nothing but this doll.

It was given to her by Miles Linden during a hotel stay.

She had nothing left, only this plush doll.

Her red eyes brimmed with a crystalline mist. She curled up her legs and buried her little face deeply into the doll.

In an instant, she was in tears.