Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1381: I’m Your Little Lover

Listening to his threat, Willow Crawford’s face turned so red it seemed like it could drip blood. He had forced her to do this five years ago, and she never expected him to demand it again now.

This was the royal palace, and Rosalind Rowan and the others were just outside.

"Morgan Ashworth, mm!" He sealed her red lips with his own.

...

Ten minutes later.

Willow stood at the sink, washing her hands frantically, wishing she could scrub off a layer of skin.

"Enough, stop washing," Morgan Ashworth said hoarsely.

Willow glanced at the man behind her in the mirror. He had already tidied up his clothes and looked impeccable, as if he had no trace of having done anything bad just moments ago.

Now, he lazily leaned against the wall, squinting at her with that look of satisfaction and decadence from indulgence lingering in his eyes.

Willow was furious and glared at him fiercely.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, clearly in a good mood. "I never expected the First Princess’s hands... to serve a man so well..."

Having gained the upper hand, Willow wanted to slap him. But then Rosalind’s voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Mr. Linden, are you in there?"

Morgan had been gone so long; Rosalind had come looking for him and was just outside.

Willow’s heart tightened. She immediately grabbed Morgan’s sleeve and whispered, "You go deal with Rosalind, I’ll hide."

"Deal with? How do I deal with?" Morgan smirked charmingly. "Should I tell Rosalind that I was just having an affair with you here, behind her and her brother’s backs?"

An affair...

Willow disliked these words; they were so blunt and straightforward, but she couldn’t refute it either.

She was married, and he was publicly dating Rosalind. The two of them secretly in the bathroom... what else could it be but an affair?

Willow’s face flushed with embarrassment. Despite having a higher education and being inherently traditional, she had engaged in something so thrilling, bold, and shameless with Morgan.

Now it was obvious that Morgan didn’t want to cooperate. If he opened the door, who knows what he might say.

"Then you hide, and I’ll deal with Rosalind!" Willow pushed Morgan towards the hidden compartment.

Morgan’s tall figure remained unmoved, not cooperating at all.

"Mr. Linden, why aren’t you responding?" Outside, Rosalind was getting impatient and seemed ready to open the door.

But the bathroom door was already locked by Willow.

Rosalind felt something was off. "Mr. Linden! Mr. Linden, are you in there alone?"

Willow’s heart pounded in her throat; she was terrified that Rosalind would open the door any second. She looked at Morgan with imploring eyes, her tone humble and a bit ingratiating, "Morgan, I’m begging you, just hide for a moment, okay?"

Morgan looked at her, "I could hide, but why should I hide, First Princess? May I ask in what capacity am I hiding, as your... little lover?"

Little lover...

Why did he call himself that again?

"First Princess, speak up. Am I really your little lover?"

He was taking advantage of the situation. Willow bit her lip, nodded vaguely, "Yes... yes, yes, you are my... little lover. Are you satisfied now?"

Morgan lowered his head and kissed her cheek, "Being the little lover of the First Princess is such an honor. I had a great time just now. Remember to favor me next time; I’m always at your beck and call!"

"..." Willow wished she could bite him for his shamelessness. "Just hide already!"

Willow pushed him into the hidden compartment.

"Mr. Linden, if you don’t open the door I’ll have someone come open it for me..."

Click.

Willow reached out and opened the men’s bathroom door.

Rosalind was startled to see Willow, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing in the men’s bathroom?"

"Oh, someone was in the women’s bathroom just now. I had an urgent need, so I used the men’s room. Rosalind, are you looking for Mr. Linden?"

"Yeah, I don’t know where he went. I thought he was in the bathroom."

"I didn’t see him, maybe he went to take a call."

Rosalind nodded, accepting the explanation, and happily blinked, "Sister-in-law, like I said, I’ve got Mr. Linden in my hands, haven’t I?"

Willow could tell Rosalind was genuinely fond of Morgan. "Rosalind, Mr. Linden..."

"Sister-in-law, I’m going home with Mr. Linden tonight. Just the two of us, and you think something might happen?"

Willow’s heart skipped a beat. Even if they were dating, wasn’t this a bit too fast?

"Rosalind, you haven’t been dating for long. It’s better for girls to be a bit reserved."

"Sister-in-law, what age are we in now? Why are you still so conservative? Let me tell you, I’ve been eyeing Mr. Linden’s body for a long time. I want to sleep with him!"

"..."

"Sister-in-law, I told you before, a man like Mr. Linden must be amazing, being with him would definitely be fulfilling."

Willow knew Rosalind was very passionate and open, but this was too much, she just wanted to go home and find her mother.

As for what Rosalind said...

His...

Willow’s slender fingers curled; his presence did ignite something inside her.

But he wasn’t amazing.

Willow, who had received sexual education, knew that whether it was five years ago or now, his time was consistent, consistently... under ten minutes.

Ten minutes... Willow hadn’t thought much of it just now, but now she realized he was rather... quick.

Willow quickly dismissed the strange thoughts. After all, Morgan was still inside!

He probably heard the entire conversation with Rosalind!

"Rosalind, I think Mr. Linden is downstairs. You should go check."

"Really, sister-in-law? Then I’m going down." Rosalind hurried downstairs to find Morgan.

Willow finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, a low, husky voice whispered in her ear, "How many times have you and Rosalind fantasized about me like this behind my back?"

Morgan had come out.

Willow caught her breath and immediately retorted, "I did not."

Was it Morgan?

Willow immediately straightened her back and cleared her throat, "Mr. Linden, if you have any health issues, I could help you with some remedies."

Morgan furrowed his brows, "What do you mean?"

"Mr. Linden, don’t be self-conscious. Quick timing issues can be improved..."

Brush, Morgan’s handsome face darkened, and he glared at Willow, "What did you just say?"

"Mr. Linden, I did advise you not to get angry. You need to face your own shortcomings. This not only requires herbal remedies but also abstinence. If a man has too many women and too frequent sexual activities, it can be an issue, and also, lead to baldness." Willow looked worriedly at Morgan’s short hair.