Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1391: Buying a Diamond Ring

The driver hurriedly turned away, not daring to look anymore.

Morgan Ashworth looked at Willow Crawford, "Have you hugged enough?"

Willow Crawford, "What?"

Morgan Ashworth reached out and pushed her, causing Willow Crawford to fall directly off his lap.

With a thud, Willow Crawford fell to the ground in utter embarrassment, her buttocks burning painfully as if they had split in half.

Morgan Ashworth had already stood up. He didn’t look at Willow Crawford but haughtily tidied his clothes before taking Wesley Kingsley’s small hand, "Wesley, let’s get off the car."

"Okay." Wesley Kingsley glanced at Willow Crawford and then followed Morgan Ashworth off the car.

Willow Crawford, sitting on the ground, felt so awkward and ashamed, wishing she could dig a hole and hide. Why did she do something so embarrassing?

...

In the mall.

Morgan Ashworth led Wesley Kingsley into a women’s clothing store as Willow Crawford stood to the side.

Then the sales clerk enthusiastically approached, "Sir, are you buying clothes for your girlfriend?"

As the clerk spoke, she looked at Willow Crawford with praise, "Your girlfriend is really beautiful, with a great figure and temperament. Many clothes here suit her."

The clerk misunderstood, treating Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford as a couple.

Willow Crawford quickly shook her head, "No, no, I’m not his girlfriend..."

"Don’t be shy, miss! Your boyfriend is super handsome; you both look so great together."

Morgan Ashworth turned his head, giving Willow Crawford a cold glance, "Are you my girlfriend?"

"No, this is my master. His girlfriend is over there, and I am just a maid." Willow Crawford answered honestly.

At this moment, Wesley Kingsley came over, "Morgan, what do you think of this dress? Does it suit me?"

The clerk then realized she made a mistake and awkwardly looked at Willow Crawford, who was also quite embarrassed.

Morgan Ashworth showed no expression as he glanced at the dress Wesley Kingsley had chosen, then frowned slightly, "Not nice."

Wesley Kingsley stiffened at this. Was Morgan questioning her taste or doubting her beauty to pull off the dress?

"Actually, what the gentleman means is, the dress is nice, but it doesn’t suit you. This pink gown is more suitable for a gentler, softer temperament, like... this lady." The clerk pointed at Willow Crawford.

Wesley Kingsley thought the clerk should stop talking if she couldn’t speak properly. She felt doubly insulted, "No, I’ve set my eyes on this dress. I’m going to try it on."

Clerk, "Alright then."

"Cynthia, since they say you suit this pink gown better, you try it on too. Later I’ll compare to see who looks better in it." Wesley Kingsley said confidently.

Willow Crawford, "..."

Morgan Ashworth, "Then go inside and try on the dress with Wesley."

...

Ten minutes later, Wesley Kingsley came out first, her figure was great, and the halter pink gown accentuated her curves, looking quite good.

The clerk helped tidy her hem, "Miss, I never thought you’d look so nice in this gown."

Wesley Kingsley happily twirled in front of Morgan Ashworth, "Morgan, do I look good?"

Morgan Ashworth nodded, "Good."

Wesley Kingsley smiled like a blooming flower, deliberately asking, "Where’s Cynthia? Why hasn’t she come out yet?"

At this point, the door of another fitting room opened, and Willow Crawford walked out, "Miss Kingsley, I’m here."

The clerk looked up at Willow Crawford and exclaimed, "Wow, so beautiful, really too beautiful!"

Willow Crawford wore the same halter pink gown as Wesley Kingsley, having taken off her maid uniform, her slender arms and creamy white skin all exposed, like the gown was tailored for her.

Wesley Kingsley’s expression stiffened even though she had very good self-esteem. But her opponent was Willow Crawford.

Willow Crawford’s skin was tender and pure, like jade, and had that ethereal aura that was enough to overshadow the famous second daughter of the Kingsley family.

This round, Willow Crawford won thoroughly.

Nowadays, society labels girls with various tags, but the natural assets Willow Crawford’s parents gave her were too strong. Beauty sometimes is a gift, and no amount of nurturing can compare to inherent exquisiteness.

Willow Crawford was truly beautiful, the kind that leaves other women in the dust.

This was why Morgan Ashworth couldn’t forget her all these years.

Wesley Kingsley felt angry seeing Morgan Ashworth’s gaze fixed on Willow Crawford, unable to look away.

Attraction often leads to desire.

Faced with Willow Crawford’s beauty, even Morgan Ashworth couldn’t help but be captivated.

Wesley Kingsley thought she made a fool of herself and angrily returned to the fitting room to change out of the dress.

Willow Crawford sensed the subtle tension. She looked at Wesley Kingsley then turned to Morgan Ashworth, "Master, your soon-to-be fiancée seems upset. You’ve made her angry."

Morgan Ashworth narrowed his eyes, casually said, "You’re wrong; it wasn’t me who upset Wesley, it was you. Beware, Wesley might target you in the future, making things difficult for you."

Willow Crawford, "..." Was this his goal, causing a war between women?

Knowing Wesley Kingsley for some days, to be honest, Wesley was straightforward and simple, a wealthy family’s daughter, not like those dubious characters from the past.

"Sir, this lady really looks pretty in this dress," the honest clerk couldn’t help but praise Willow Crawford again.

Morgan Ashworth, "She looks good, but it’s unfortunate that she can’t afford it."

He coldly looked at Willow Crawford, "Why are you still standing there, reluctant to take it off because it’s on you? Get back inside and change out of it!"

Willow Crawford immediately returned to the fitting room.

...

The three of them walked out of the clothing store without purchasing anything.

They soon arrived at the jewelry shop, and Wesley Kingsley looked at Morgan Ashworth, "Morgan, didn’t you say you wanted to buy me something?"

"What is it?" Morgan Ashworth asked.

Wesley Kingsley raised her little hand, "Don’t you think something is missing from my finger?"

Willow Crawford understood it was a ring.

Morgan Ashworth and Wesley Kingsley were already in the engagement period but hadn’t gotten their wedding ring yet.

Speaking of rings, Willow Crawford remembered her own grass ring. Five years ago, Morgan Ashworth once placed a grass ring on her finger.

Now, things have changed.

Morgan Ashworth took Wesley Kingsley’s small hand, "Alright, I’ll take you to buy a diamond ring now."

"Morgan, a ring can only be given to one person for a lifetime. You haven’t given one to anyone else before, have you? If you have, I don’t want it."