Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1377: She Won’t Have Children for You

Prince Rosen invited Willow Crawford to dance.

Willow delicately placed her hand into Prince Rosen’s palm, "Okay."

Rosen stood up from his wheelchair, then led Willow by the hand as they glided into the dance floor.

The two began to dance gracefully, both of them raised with the highest education, their dance movements were perfect and elegant. Rosen gently held Willow’s soft waist, and as the music played, Willow began to move, her skirt coiling around Rosen’s trouser leg, an indescribable enchantment and lingering.

"Wow, the Prince and Princess are really stealing the show with this dance; I’ve never seen a more perfect pair."

"As expected, they are the prince and princess living in a fairy tale world. I truly admire them."

Morgan Ashworth stood in place watching Rosen and Willow, although they showed no intimate behavior, it was clear Willow relied heavily on Rosen. When she looked up at Rosen, her eyes sparkling like stars, just like... a little girl looking at her idolized hero.

The eyes of a woman never lie, they say.

In the five years they hadn’t met, Rosen’s appearance hadn’t changed, but Morgan keenly felt that Rosen had in some ways. Rosen had become more refined and composed, his temperament more aloof and noble, every movement exuded an indescribable... kingly aura.

Just like people praised around them, Rosen and Willow standing together perfectly epitomized what it meant to be a match made in heaven.

There wasn’t much expression on Morgan’s face, but a layer of cold frost already covered his handsome features, he thought Rosen was dead, and these years Willow hadn’t been living well either. Now he knew, he was wrong.

In his absence, she had been happier than anyone else.

Morgan suddenly remembered that bloody night five years ago, when she betrayed him and left him to stand by Rosen’s side.

She chose Rosen.

Rosen had always been her choice.

The dance soon ended, with Rosen and Willow walking hand in hand, when the little prince bounced over, "Daddy~ Mommy~"

Willow hugged the little prince, patting his little head, "Slow down, you’re all sweaty."

"Prince, Princess, Little Prince, come, let me take a family photo for you." Someone suggested.

"Alright." Willow nodded generously, the family of three standing together in front of the camera.

Rosalind Rowan looked at Morgan Ashworth beside her, delighted, "Mr. Linden, see, that’s the little prince my sister-in-law had for my brother, he really resembles my brother."

Morgan’s eyes fell on the little prince, who really resembled Rosen, unmistakably his biological son.

Perhaps because the little prince had been raised by Willow from a young age, he also shared much of her temperament, very much like Willow’s son.

That was... the son she bore.

Her son was already so grown.

Now she was surrounded by her husband, her son, the royal family she protected, and everything else; that was her whole world.

In her world, there was no place for him.

There never had been.

Morgan curled his thin lips slightly, an unspeakable bitterness and self-mockery hiding within. He knew that tonight, once again, he had lost.

Just like five years ago, utterly defeated.

"Mr. Linden, my brother and sister-in-law are truly in love, they say the true test of a woman’s love for a man is if she’s willing to bear children for him. Having children is as dangerous as playing with fire, Mr. Linden, you..."

Rosalind wanted to continue speaking, but realized Morgan was no longer beside her, he had already left.

Morgan Ashworth had left.

Willow watched Morgan leave, her mind wandering before the camera.

"Willow." A low, gentle call whispered in her ear.

Willow snapped back, looking at the "Rosen" beside her.

Rosen, "What’s wrong?"

Willow’s face was pale, "I’m not sure, just watching him leave, it hurt so much inside."

Rosen glanced in the direction of Morgan’s departure, and implied, "I’m afraid that tonight, you’re not the only one feeling that pain."

...

Morgan Ashworth left the palace, Eleven whispered, "Master, seeing Princess Willow so happy now, you should give up, right?"

Morgan didn’t turn back, nor did he respond.

"Back then, for Princess Willow, we lost so many brothers. Now Rosen is still alive, and her son is already so big, you shouldn’t go soft on her anymore."

At this moment, Morgan suddenly stopped in his tracks, pressing a hand against his chest, his forehead breaking out in a thin layer of sweat.

"Master, what’s wrong? Is the poison from the Heartbreak Grass flaring up again?"

Eleven really hated Willow; the poison from Heartbreak Grass had been suppressed with great difficulty over the years. But encountering Willow, in such a short time, the poison had flared up again.

Every time the poison of the Heartbreak Grass flared, it was a pain worse than death.

"Master, listen to the elder’s advice, hurry and have a child to continue the bloodline, don’t think about Princess Willow anymore, she won’t have children for you. She’s already had children with another man!"

Morgan narrowed his sharp eyes, trying to suppress the metallic taste in his throat, but it was no use.

Splurt.

Morgan spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!"

His tall and upright figure collapsed all of a sudden.

....

The party was over, and the guests had dispersed. Lady Pearl wanted to enter Willow’s room to find her but was stopped by the maid at the door, "Madam, the Princess has important matters, you can’t go in."

"What do you mean, I’m her mother-in-law, and I can’t enter my daughter-in-law’s room?" Lady Pearl expressed her dissatisfaction immediately.

Actually, Lady Pearl didn’t know where tonight’s "Rosen" had come from. Willow only said she would handle it but didn’t tell her how, so she wanted to find out who this "Rosen" really was.

Now being blocked outside, Lady Pearl suspiciously looked at the closed door, wondering if that "Rosen" was inside Willow’s room?

Unbelievable, how could a princess allow a strange man into her room, what was she trying to do, turn fiction into reality?

Willow was acting as if her mother-in-law was dead?

"Step aside, I’m going in!"

Lady Pearl pushed the maid aside, barging in directly.

"Willow, who did you hide in your room..."

Lady Pearl questioned angrily, but the next second, her voice was cut off.

Her eyes widened in extreme shock as she looked at the man standing next to the floor-to-ceiling window in the room.

Willow’s older brother, Caden Crawford, was here.

The son of The Dragon Scion, born an emperor, the President of Westria, Caden Crawford!

Caden was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, the expensive, tailored fabric accentuating his tall, jade-like posture. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand in his pocket, the golden neon lights of the night flowing through the glass window, illuminating his stunning and luxurious face.