Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1372: Little Widow

He slapped her twice, and tears welled up in Willow Crawford’s eyes from the pain.

Besides, why was he spanking her?

Since childhood, not even her daddy had spanked her, he was the first.

With both of them being adults, his violent gesture carried a forbidden and embarrassing ambiguity.

He was truly insane!

"What are you doing, let go of me now!" Willow wanted to bite him again.

Morgan Ashworth narrowed his handsome eyes, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling up and down. He really wanted to slap her a few more times. He considered himself a decent person, but every time he was with her, he felt the urge to act like a rogue.

It was his first time spanking a girl, and damn it, it felt too good.

"Willow Crawford, who told you to slap me? I’m not who I was five years ago, I won’t let you bully me like that. This is your punishment!" he said hoarsely.

"..." Willow didn’t want his punishment, so she softened her tone, "I won’t hit you anymore, okay? Just let me go."

"Then answer my question first. Where is your husband Prince Rosen?"

He asked again where Rosen was, maybe he was already suspicious.

"Actually... actually, Rosen is very ill. He’s moved away and has been recuperating under professional care outside." Willow quickly added, "This matter must not be leaked, you must promise not to tell anyone. I’ve already told you the secret, can you let me go now?"

Morgan’s large hand landed on her waist, "So you’ve been separated from Rosen for years?"

"...Yes."

Morgan pressed her soft waist, turning her to face him. He smirked mischievously and uttered three words, "Little widow."

Little what?

Who’s the... little widow?

When Willow was about to get married, she often heard her mommy sigh, telling her dad that once she got married, she would suffer from a living widowhood. At first, she had no concept of "living widowhood," but who knew he would suddenly call her a "little widow."

He emphasized the words "little widow," saying it word by word with a tone of teasing yet with a faint... pleasure.

Just now his handsome face was so sour, but now, he seemed genuinely happy.

"I’m not!"

"I know you don’t want to be, so here’s the deal. I’ll fulfill your desire now, let you... find relief after a long drought." Morgan held her soft waist, retreating.

What relief after a long drought? How could his words be so... unclean, uttering anything shamelessly.

As he held her retreating, they were nearing her big bed. Was he planning to roll around with her here?

"Mr. Linden, don’t... don’t be so bold, this is the royal palace!"

Morgan glanced at the bed. Even though she was separated from Rosen now, she had given birth to a son and had rolled around with Rosen on this bed.

The thought cast a shadow over his eyes.

"I know... Now, I also want to roll around with you here, experience... what it’s like to be your husband, your man."

Willow’s heart skipped a beat. Why was he saying such things?

She and Rosen never did anything; she had never been touched by any man. She was still a... virgin.

Now, she felt her knees touch the edge of the bed. If he pounced, she would indeed be rolling on the sheets with him.

"Mr. Linden, did you forget what you said on the yacht that day? You said you didn’t like forcing women, you also said you’d wait for my willingness!"

Morgan paused, looking at her deeply.

Just then, Lady Pearl’s voice came from outside the door, "Willow, Willow, why aren’t you coming out yet?"

Oh no, her "mother-in-law" was here!

Willow panicked immediately, her small hands pressed against his chest, "Someone’s here!"

Of course, Morgan knew someone was here. He saw her current life clearly. Not only was she a little widow trying to hold up a home diligently, but she also had an evil mother-in-law watching her every move to prevent any indiscretions. How did she end up living like this?

She used to be his cherished little princess, pampered in the palm of his hand.

Why did she do it?

Was it all for Rosen?

Morgan lowered his head and bit into Willow’s neck.

Ouch.

Tears from the pain welled up in Willow’s eyes, and her fingers tightly grasped the fabric of his clothes, creating wrinkles.

"Willow, are you in there? What are you doing inside?" Lady Pearl had already reached the door.

Willow bit her red lips, not daring to make even the smallest sound of pain. "I... I’m in here. I’ll be out in a moment."

"Willow..." Lady Pearl sounded a bit relentless.

Just then, Earl Roy timely appeared, "Lady Pearl, I was just going to discuss the land in the south of the city. Should I talk to you or the princess?"

Lady Pearl indeed wanted to claim the credit for the land in the south. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly turned to go downstairs, "Earl Roy, please discuss with me."

With Lady Pearl gone, Willow quickly pushed Morgan away with force and ran to the bathroom.

...

In the bathroom.

Willow stood in front of the washbasin. Through the mirror, she saw a deep bite mark on her tender neck, left by him just now.

If she went out, others would see it at once.

Was he doing it on purpose?

He must have done it on purpose!

Willow calmed herself and then went out. Morgan was no longer in the room; he had left.

Willow also went out, and Lady Pearl spoke, "Willow, dinner’s ready."

Four people were dining in the dining room.

"Willow, are you cold? Why are you wearing a scarf at home?" Lady Pearl noticed the scarf around Willow’s neck.

Willow had no way to hide the bite mark Morgan left behind, so she could only wrap herself tightly with a scarf.

Willow looked up, glancing at Morgan across from her. Compared to her embarrassment, Morgan dined gracefully and elegantly. His clothes were without a single wrinkle, impeccably neat.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, he lightly lifted his handsome eyelids to give her a glance, as if watching a show.

"I’ve been a bit tired recently, and feeling cold, so I wore a scarf," Willow replied.

Earl Roy said, "The princess has really been working too hard. By the way, has the Prince’s health improved? I haven’t seen Rosen for years."

At the mention of "Rosen," the atmosphere in the dining room inexplicably tensed up. Lady Pearl quickly said, "Rosen’s health has greatly improved."

"Really?" At this point, Morgan suddenly spoke. He looked at Willow, slowly curling his lips, "In a few days, it will be the fifth wedding anniversary of Prince Rosen and the princess. Why not throw a big party to properly meet Prince Rosen? Don’t you agree, Princess?"

Under the table, Morgan gave Willow a discreet kick.