Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1368: Does He Still Love Her?

Willow Crawford’s face turned pale; he truly did hate her.

Una immediately said, "Mr. Linden, are you out of your mind? You actually want our Princess Consort to jump into the sea. If anything happens to her, can you take responsibility?"

Morgan Ashworth squinted his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "Your Princess Consort doesn’t have to jump, the door is there, you can leave now, no one is forcing you."

"You!"

At this moment, Willow Crawford spoke, "Mr. Linden, if I jump, will you talk to me?"

Morgan Ashworth nodded, "I can give you an opportunity."

"Alright, I’ll jump."

Willow Crawford went onto the deck, took off her outer coat, and with an elegant and perfect arc, she jumped directly into the vast ocean.

"Princess Consort!" Una wanted to stop her but it was too late.

"She jumped!"

"She really jumped!"

The beautiful women hadn’t expected Willow Crawford to jump without even blinking, and everyone was extremely shocked.

Morgan Ashworth’s handsome brows and eyes turned cold in an instant, almost as if they could drip water from the darkness, she really jumped.

To protect Prince Rosen, to protect the royal family, she would go to great lengths, even risk her life.

He almost wanted to give her an award, truly a good wife, a perfect Princess Consort.

But what about toward him?

It was just a bikini, she wouldn’t wear it no matter what, still pretending to be a chaste and pure woman.

Did she think she was still the pure and innocent young girl Willow Crawford from five years ago?

The current her was filthy, long painted and marked by Prince Rosen.

Morgan Ashworth really hated her, if she drowned it would serve her right.

Perhaps sensing his bad mood, the two beauties in his arms immediately raised their glasses, and coquettishly said, "Mr. Linden, come, let’s continue drinking, don’t waste our time on irrelevant people."

Morgan Ashworth reached out and directly knocked the wine glass out of the beauty’s hand.

Splash.

The wine glass shattered on the ground, shattered into pieces.

The previous atmosphere of indulgence and ambiguity disappeared with it.

"Mr. Linden, you... ah!"

Before the two beauties could even speak out in shock, Morgan Ashworth had already pushed them off his lap without mercy.

"Get out! All of you get out!" Morgan Ashworth’s chilling voice rolled out from his throat, driving them all away.

Those beauties were already so frightened their faces were colorless. They didn’t know how the man who was indulging in enjoyment a moment before could suddenly change his attitude, but they didn’t dare stay any longer and all ran out.

Morgan Ashworth picked up a glass, downed a drink himself, and then poured a second glass.

Soon, Una’s panicked voice came from outside, "Princess Consort! Princess Consort!"

Morgan Ashworth paused, then quickly got up and made his way to the deck.

He saw Willow Crawford’s little head in the ocean, she seemed to struggle a couple of times, then her whole body began to sink slowly down.

"Something’s wrong! Something’s wrong, the Princess Consort is about to drown, someone help!"

Morgan Ashworth didn’t believe Willow Crawford would drown, she was a strong swimmer, had been since she was a child; the seawater couldn’t trap her.

She must be playing the sympathy card, he wouldn’t fall for it.

It would be better if she died.

Morgan Ashworth turned away coldly.

But after taking one step, he stopped again, the two large hands hanging at his sides clenching into fists, then slowly releasing...

...

Willow Crawford had a very long dream, dreaming that she jumped into the icy cold sea water, so cold.

She had known how to swim since she was a child, at first, she was calm and composed, but soon her foot got entangled by seaweed in the water.

She tried with all her strength to break free from the seaweed, but it only wrapped tighter and tighter.

Slowly she ran out of strength, her entire person sinking downward.

Was she going to die?

At that moment before death, she thought only of Miles Linden, five years ago he almost died, did it feel like this?

If this is what he wanted - a life for a life, then she’d repay him with hers.

At that moment, a strong arm encircled her soft waist forcefully, pulling her directly into a warm and broad embrace.

This embrace was so warm, so familiar, like that long-lost hug from the depths of memory.

"Willow Crawford!"

"Willow Crawford!"

Someone was calling her.

The voice sounded anxious, filled with... panic, as if very afraid she would die.

Willow Crawford’s eyes opened suddenly.

"Princess Consort, you finally woke up!" Una’s face enlarged in her vision.

Willow Crawford looked around, she was now lying on a bed in a room, she had been rescued.

"Una, who saved me?" Willow Crawford asked.

"It was Mr. Linden."

"Him?"

"Yes, Princess Consort, just as you were about to drown Mr. Linden jumped in to save you."

It truly was him who saved her, it hadn’t been a dream, it was reality.

He couldn’t bear to let her die.

The seed of her heart, which had been dead and still, immediately sparked to life with hope, she thought of a possibility, did he still... love her?

Could there be a chance for her and him?

For five years Willow Crawford had never forgotten him, she still loved him deeply, she wanted... to be with him, forever together.

Five years ago it wasn’t intentional on her part, she had been under Prince Rosen’s The Merfolk Clan’s Bewitching Technique, if she told him the truth would he forgive her?

Would he still trust her?

She had to go find him now!

Willow Crawford got up.

"Princess Consort, where are you going, you need to take a hot shower and change those wet clothes first!" Una tried to stop her.

Willow Crawford didn’t listen to Una, she walked out and just happened to see Eleven, "Eleven, where is your master now, I want to see him."

"Princess Consort, you come with me."

Eleven led Willow Crawford to a room door, "My master is inside."

Willow Crawford pushed open the room door and went inside.

This was Morgan Ashworth’s room, as soon as Willow Crawford entered she saw him, Morgan Ashworth had just come out of the bathroom, he had taken a shower, his upper body bare, black trousers wrapped around his long legs.

His damp short hair lay on his forehead, some small droplets of water rolled down his handsome face, past his prominent and sexy throat, then continued down from his angular shoulders, muscular chest, and all over his six-pack abs.

Willow Crawford was caught off guard seeing this scene of a beautiful man out of the bath, her clear eyes instantly contracted, and her small face immediately flushed red.

Five years ago Miles Linden was a young boy.

Five years later Miles Linden was a man.

Willow Crawford for the first time truly realized that standing in front of her was a man, mature, handsome, full of male hormones.

His abdominal muscles, one, two, three, four, five, six, a full six-pack, and the perfect inverted triangle Adonis belt, made one want to drink him in with their eyes.

Willow Crawford didn’t know where to look, "I... I’ll come back later."

She turned to leave.

But Morgan Ashworth’s large hand reached out, gripped her slender white wrist, then pushed her down onto his large bed.