Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1380: You’re Jealous Because I’m With Another Woman?

Willow Crawford looked up, Morgan Ashworth and Rosalind Rowan had arrived.

Ever since the last party, Willow hadn’t seen Morgan for several days. Today, he wore a black shirt and black trousers, looking handsome and upright.

Rosalind’s hand was hooked around his arm, and the two of them walked in, chatting and laughing, looking very intimate.

"Mr. Linden, Rosalind, you’re here?" Lady Pearl greeted them warmly.

Rosalind was very happy, her smile blossoming like a flower. She saw Willow at once, "Sister-in-law, you’re home too, perfect. Let me formally introduce you."

Willow glanced at Morgan, "Rosalind, no need for introductions, I know Mr. Linden."

Rosalind blinked coyly, "Sister-in-law, this time is different. Let me introduce, this is my boyfriend, Mr. Linden!"

Rosalind emphasized the word "boyfriend," formally announcing her relationship with Morgan.

Morgan’s expression remained unchanged, he looked at Willow and politely, distantly said, "Hello, Princess."

There was no warmth in his eyes, just a cold void.

To him now, she was merely "Princess."

Feeling sweet, Rosalind slid her hand down to hold Morgan’s large hand.

Morgan curled his thin lips, his long fingers intertwined with Rosalind’s.

Willow’s face turned a little pale.

"Mr. Linden, Rosalind, have a seat and help yourself to some fruit," Lady Pearl busily arranged things.

Morgan sat down, Rosalind nestled beside him like a delicate bird, she picked up a fork and speared a piece of sweet watermelon, bringing it to Morgan’s lips, "Ah."

Rosalind personally fed Morgan the fruit.

Morgan opened his mouth and ate the watermelon that Rosalind fed him.

"Mr. Linden, you’re so obedient~" Rosalind whispered sweetly to Morgan.

Watching this scene made Willow’s heart ache like it was pricked by needles. Even though she knew Morgan’s motives with Rosalind weren’t pure, his affectionate gestures towards her still pierced Willow deeply.

Five years ago, there were many beautiful girls by his side.

Five years later, there were many beautiful women by his side.

Willow didn’t want to self-torture, so she went straight upstairs.

...

Willow picked up some documents and was about to go downstairs when she saw Morgan coming from ahead, and the two of them bumped into each other.

But Morgan’s gaze rested on her face for only a brief moment before shifting away.

Since that night at the party, his attitude toward her had grown completely cold. He no longer glanced at her directly, and his flirtations with other women made her feel like she was invisible. Willow’s fingers curled slightly.

At that moment, Morgan entered the restroom.

Willow hesitated for a few moments and then followed him in; she needed to have a serious talk with him.

In the restroom, Morgan stood at the sink washing his hands. Hearing a sound, he looked up, and through the gleaming mirror, he saw Willow entering behind him. He pulled out a paper towel and casually wiped his hands, "Princess, did you come to the wrong place? This is the men’s restroom."

"Morgan Ashworth, I have something to say to you."

Morgan turned, coming face to face with her, "But Princess, I don’t have time to chat right now, Rosalind is waiting for me. If... Rosalind finds out her sister-in-law has cornered the boyfriend she adores in the men’s restroom, how sad do you think she would be?"

Willow tilted her face up to meet his eyes, "So, you are using Rosalind, aren’t you?"

Morgan arched his sharp eyebrows, displaying a hint of malice, "Why say that? I’m a normal man, and now a royal princess is practically throwing herself at me. Why should I refuse?"

Lowering his voice, he taunted mischievously, "I take back what I said before, compared to someone like you, who likes to put on airs, Princess Rosalind’s zeal and enthusiasm are much more genuine and adorable. I find I’m growing fond of her."

Once, he had her cornered against the wall and said that he did not like Rosalind’s type.

Now, he said he was starting to like Rosalind.

Willow’s eyelashes trembled, "Morgan, stop beating around the bush. You and I both know your intentions with Rosalind. Don’t push me, just leave her, leave this place."

Morgan regarded her steadily, suddenly commenting, "Princess, right now you somewhat resemble a... forgotten concubine in the palace. What, are you jealous of me being with another woman?"

Morgan found her quite annoying—when he wanted her, she refused; when he didn’t want her anymore, she got jealous.

Forgotten concubine in the palace?

Hearing those words, Willow held back her emotions, "Morgan, this is the royal family. Your identity might be exposed at any moment, you’re playing with fire, it’s dangerous!"

Morgan’s tall frame suddenly leaned in, propping a hand on the wall above her, trapping her within his embrace, "I could break up with Rosalind, and I could leave..."

Could it be true?

Willow looked at him suspiciously, was he really this easy to talk to?

"However, I have a condition."

Of course, he had a condition.

In Willow’s bright eyes, a hint of wariness flashed, "What condition?"

Morgan reached out, grabbing her soft hand, and then pressed it against himself.

Willow’s delicate fingers brushed against the muscles of his abdomen, and the firm sensation felt like an electric current, as he pressed her hand further down.

What’s he doing?

Willow reflexively wanted to withdraw her hand, "Morgan, don’t mess around!"

Overlooking her struggle and resistance, Morgan sneered down at her, "My condition is, I want to see the high and mighty first princess have an affair."

The scene of her, Prince Rosen, and the little prince as a happy family that night lingered in his mind. He wanted to see her cheat; he wanted her to humiliate Rosen; he wanted to tear apart their family’s facade of happiness with his own hands.

Willow’s pupils shrank, she outright refused, "I won’t!"

Morgan leaned closer to her ear, smiling wickedly, "Still pretending? Pleasing me isn’t something you haven’t done before; I was probably the first man the first princess tried to please."

"..." Willow shook her head, "Let go of me!"

"I won’t. First Princess, understand this, I’m not negotiating with you—you have no choice. If you don’t listen to me, I’ll call for someone, bring Rosalind over and let her see how her beloved sister-in-law seduces her boyfriend!"

Willow’s face alternated between red and white, the difference in strength between men and women was too great; she couldn’t possibly fight against him.

She didn’t dare make a sound, fearing being discovered. Only now did she realize how foolish it was to come find him.

She was always so easily manipulated by him.

At that moment, with a swift motion, Morgan had already undone his belt with one hand.

Ah.

Startled, she let out a small cry.

"Make another sound, and I’ll silence you!" Morgan’s eyes were blood-red with ruthlessness as he threatened.