Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1384: Willow Crawford, Come With Me

Smack.

A crisp slap echoed, and Willow Crawford didn’t evade it, taking the slap squarely.

Morgan Ashworth’s long, narrow eyes narrowed suddenly. Foolish woman, didn’t she know how to dodge?

That’s right, he had planned all of this, even predicting Rosalind Rowan’s anger, but she was stupidly hit.

In front of him, she loved to bully him.

In front of others, was she only to be bullied?

Rosalind Rowan trembled with rage, having already believed more than half of Lady Pearl’s words, but she didn’t want to accept it. She couldn’t believe that the sister-in-law she had revered since childhood would destroy her happiness.

Rosalind Rowan gazed at Willow Crawford, full of hatred, "Willow Crawford, I was truly blind, fighting with my mom countless times for you. I trusted you so much, how could you betray me, betray my brother? I’m utterly disappointed in you. From today onwards, you are no longer my sister-in-law!"

Rosalind Rowan raised her hand intending to give Willow another slap.

However, her wrist was caught mid-air, and she looked up only to meet Morgan Ashworth’s cold, displeased eyes.

Morgan Ashworth clutched her wrist, his eyes like venomous ice falling on her face, his thin lips moved as he uttered cold words, "I can hit her, scold her, but who are you to hit her?"

Rosalind Rowan’s face turned pale, the cold words from her lover were the most hurtful. Now, Morgan Ashworth stood tall and handsome in front of her, firmly shielding Willow Crawford behind him, his protection filled with such indulgence it drove people mad with envy.

"Mr. Linden, what exactly is your relationship with... with Willow Crawford, why are you protecting her like this?"

Morgan Ashworth showed no expression, "Whatever relationship you think we have, that’s what we are."

Rosalind assumed they were lovers, even an affair; was this Morgan Ashworth’s tacit admission?

"Why? Mr. Linden, open your eyes, Willow Crawford is already married. She married my brother, she’s already a married woman, she’s even had a child, and you still want her?"

Morgan Ashworth didn’t answer the question; he coldly released Rosalind Rowan’s wrist, "Get out!"

Get out.

He spat out the word, icy and indifferent.

Rosalind Rowan, nearly losing her balance from the release, became utterly embarrassed. She was unwilling, deeply unwilling.

"Mr. Linden, what do I lack compared to Willow Crawford, tell me, I genuinely love you!" Rosalind Rowan howled hysterically.

Just then, the study door was pushed open, Eleven came in and "escorted" Rosalind Rowan out.

Rosalind Rowan continued to roar outside, "Willow Crawford, I won’t forgive you. You wronged me first, I hate you!"

Soon, Rosalind’s voice faded away. Morgan Ashworth moved to Willow’s side; her right cheek crimson from the slap, the five distinct fingers imprinted on her now swollen face, making her look pitiful.

Morgan Ashworth reached out to caress her small face.

But Willow avoided him, not letting him touch her.

"What’s the matter? Pretending to be weak in front of others, yet fierce with me?" Morgan Ashworth mocked.

Willow Crawford’s bright eyes looked at him, "Lord Ashworth, congratulations, your goal has been achieved. Are you satisfied now?"

Morgan Ashworth smirked, "Willow, is this what you’re defending, is it worth it? How did you let your life become like this?"

Willow paused, yes, how did she let her life become such a mess?

Perhaps her biggest mistake was falling in love with him five years ago, and still loving him five years later.

He was the unforeseen event in her life, his appearance disrupting her original life path.

"Lord Ashworth, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first." Willow lifted her foot to leave.

"Willow," Morgan Ashworth called out to her, suddenly saying, "Come with me."

He said, Willow, come with me.

The love from youth ultimately became the unfading beautiful scenery in his life, and the high-born noblewoman in front of him was the unattainable love and regret of his life.

Just now, Rosalind asked, if even a married woman who has a child he still wants, he thought, yes, he wanted her.

She was his dream.

But he wanted to let her go.

To let go, first, he had to have her.

He thought that truly having her would allow him to let her go, and then the dream would naturally end.

So, he wanted to take her away.

Willow’s heart throbbed, this "come with me" was the second time he said it to her, five years ago he had said the same words.

But this time was different; Willow saw the full desire for challenge and conquest in his eyes. He wanted to take her away just to conquer her.

To him, she was a trophy, something to avenge the humiliation of five years ago.

"Thank you for your kind affection, Lord Ashworth, but I am not worthy to accept it." As soon as Willow spoke, she turned to leave.

But after two steps, a severe pain suddenly shot through her abdomen, and her vision went black as she collapsed.

"Willow!" Morgan Ashworth’s heart suddenly stopped, his body like an arrow, rushing to her side. He extended his strong arms, holding her unconscious form tightly in his embrace.

"Willow! Someone, call a doctor!" Morgan Ashworth lifted her limp body horizontally. In the rush, a sachet fell from him, delicately crafted, like a token of love given by a girl to her beloved.

The sachet embroidered with the word Kingsley.

...

Willow lay on the bed, Morgan Ashworth asked the doctor, "How is she, why did she faint suddenly?"

"The patient’s meridians are chaotic, combined with excessive anxiety and pressure, leading to the sudden fainting. The patient is temporarily out of danger but needs plenty of rest."

Eleven escorted the doctor out, Morgan Ashworth sat by the bed looking at Willow, who was still asleep, her face as pale as paper.

Morgan Ashworth felt a painful tug on his heart, like a giant hand clutching it. The beloved princess he remembered was now living such a pitiful life.

"Willow, you deserve this, I won’t sympathize with you, nor will I show mercy, you brought this upon yourself. If five years ago...you hadn’t betrayed me, hadn’t abandoned me, I would never have let you get like this, I gave my heart to you."

Willow was destined to give him no response, lying obediently and quietly.

Morgan Ashworth reached out, touching her small face.

The slap mark still stained her face, and just thinking of Rosalind slapping her made him furious, wanting to destroy Rosalind’s hand.

No one touches his woman!

At that moment, Eleven entered quietly, saying, "Master, there’s a call...it’s from the second young lady of the Kingsley family."