Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1367: Morgan Ashworth Says--Jump from Here

After speaking, Earl Roy directly hung up the phone.

Willow Crawford gripped her phone tightly—he went out to sea for fun, and even brought a beauty along?

Five years have passed; surely he’s been with other women by now.

It was her who betrayed him. He had no reason to remain faithful, and having women would be normal.

"Princess, the boss behind Earl Roy, Mr. Linden, wants you to find him on the yacht. I kind of feel that this Mr. Linden is intentional; could he possibly have some designs on the Princess?" Una was a bit worried.

Willow Crawford didn’t want Morgan Ashworth’s identity to be exposed; he was the heir of the Merfolk Kingdom, and his identity being revealed here would be very dangerous.

"Let’s check out the yacht; then we’ll know what he wants." Willow said.

...

Willow Crawford, with Una, successfully boarded the yacht. There were many beauties aboard, dressed in either innocent or sexy bikinis, young and beautiful.

Just then, Eleven approached, "Princess, what brings you here?"

"Where is your master? I want to see him."

"Princess, you can see my master, but since you’ve come to the yacht to have fun, would you please take off your noble attire and change into a bikini?"

Eleven waved a hand, and a maid brought a bikini—black lace, quite sexy.

Willow showed little expression and directly refused, "There are so many beauties on this yacht, aren’t they enough for your master to look at?"

"Maybe... my master only wants to see the Princess in a bikini?"

Behind her, Una was already furious and couldn’t help but reprimand, "How bold! To dare disrespect the First Princess, have you eaten a bear’s heart and leopard’s guts?"

Eleven laughed, "This yacht is my master’s territory. Once you’re on our territory, you must follow our rules. If you don’t want to play, you may leave now."

"You!"

"Una, stand down," Willow commanded.

Una was very unsatisfied but had no choice but to step back.

"I won’t wear this outfit, but I definitely want to see your master..." With that, Willow turned and directly reached out to push open a door.

Eleven tried to stop her, but it was too late; the door had already opened.

Willow stood at the door, looking inside. There was a scene of laughter and merriment. Today, Morgan Ashworth wore a white shirt and black pants, lounging leisurely on the sofa, surrounded by a group of beauties. He held two beauties, one on each side, sitting on his lap, a very enticing scene.

"Here, Mr. Linden, have a grape." The beauty on the left peeled a grape, and fed the fresh, plump fruit into Morgan Ashworth’s mouth.

"Here, Mr. Linden, have a drink." The beauty on the right fed him wine.

Morgan Ashworth accepted everything, looking like he was deeply indulgent in this tender paradise.

A sharp pain struck Willow’s heart; five years ago, when they parted, he was still a clean, handsome youth, just beginning to explore desires and love.

That first time he held her small hand, his own hand was sweaty.

The first time he forcefully kissed her, he intentionally got himself drunk.

The first time he saw her in lingerie, he had a nosebleed.

The first time he had a physiological reaction, he deliberately shoved his hand into his pocket to suppress it, not daring to let her see.

Back then, he was young and sweet.

But now, he was surrounded by beauties.

"Ah, who are you? Who let you barge in here!"

"Another one trying to seduce Mr. Linden, you’re late; hurry and leave!"

Willow’s sudden intrusion immediately caused dissatisfaction among the beauties, especially seeing Willow’s extraordinarily captivating face. The beauties felt very threatened, wishing to throw Willow out.

Willow looked at Morgan Ashworth; he was in a good mood today. He lounged lazily, and when she barged in, he gave her a faint glance but said nothing, watching her being attacked by the beauties like it was a show.

Willow walked in, "Mr. Linden, I have something to discuss with you."

"Who do you think you are? You want to discuss something; see if Mr. Linden will entertain you."

"Exactly, Mr. Linden, hurry and have her thrown out!"

The beauty on the right twisted and coquettishly snuggled in Morgan Ashworth’s arms like a water snake; the sweet voice gave Willow goosebumps.

But surely, men enjoy such sweet and dramatic voices.

Indeed, Morgan Ashworth held the beauty on the right tightly, smirking, "Sweetheart, why talk like that? Take a closer look at who she is—she’s the world-renowned First Princess."

First Princess?

The beauties were shocked, staring at Willow. They’d only seen Willow on TV, never in person. Would the First Princess grace this place?

"Mr. Linden, you’re really joking; she’s definitely not the First Princess."

"She must be a fake, certainly had plastic surgery."

"Mr. Linden, let me tell you secretly; our First Princess’s husband hasn’t been seen for five years. Rumor has it that he’s bedridden from illness; everyone’s betting on when Prince Rosen will die so they can take his place. He can’t perform, but others can."

Una clenched her fists in anger; these women dared to insult the Princess!

But these rumors were unavoidable; Prince Rosen had always been "seriously ill." Willow was only 22, beautiful, unmatched in the world. Countless men harbored such dark, filthy thoughts.

Una wanted to speak, but Willow stopped her with just a look.

Willow knew resistance was futile; Morgan Ashworth was deliberately humiliating her.

If humiliating her would make him happy, then let him be.

Morgan Ashworth raised his eyebrows, eyeing Willow up and down with interest. His gaze was direct and unrestrained, "Who wouldn’t want to tear off that cold and dignified gown of the First Princess and love her on behalf of Prince Rosen?"

"Mr. Linden, you’re so bad~"

The scene erupted in laughter.

Willow endured it, then spoke, "Mr. Linden, is that enough? Can we talk now?"

Morgan Ashworth, still holding beauties on both sides, lightly raised his handsome eyelids, and finally looked directly at Willow, "Why didn’t you wear the clothes I prepared for you? What’s the matter, looking down on me?"

Was that even clothes?

It was merely a piece of fabric.

Last night he wanted her to wear a uniform, today he wanted a bikini—he’s... changed.

"I won’t wear it."

Morgan Ashworth wasn’t angry; he laughed lightly, "Not wearing is fine, but you’ll need to show some sincerity in negotiation, right?"

"What sincerity?"

"Jump off from here and swim a lap in the sea."

Morgan Ashworth asked Willow to jump into the sea.

It was already late autumn; the weather was cold, and the sea water’s temperature was even lower. Even if disregarding this, jumping into the sea was extremely dangerous—those familiar with water wouldn’t dare to jump in; it was simply a death wish.

He wanted her to jump into the sea, essentially asking her to die.

No, he wanted to watch her die.