Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1392: He Collapsed

Willow Crawford quickly looked over at Morgan Ashworth, not knowing how he would answer.

Morgan lifted one sharp brow. "I’ve given one before."

He answered very honestly.

Wesley Kingsley froze, obviously not expecting that he had once given a girl a diamond ring. "Who was that girl?"

"She... is already dead."

She’s already dead.

Willow understood what he meant. He was saying that the girl Willow Crawford from back then was already dead, and that cold, aloof boy was frozen in memory as well, disappearing together with her.

Wesley felt a bit upset. Her future fiancé, the man she liked, had actually given another girl a diamond ring before. Anyone would mind that. But that girl was already dead, so she had no way to hold it against him now.

"Young Master Morgan, then whatever ring you gave her, I want that exact same one," Wesley said, acting cutesy.

Morgan pressed his thin lips. "That model doesn’t exist anymore."

It doesn’t exist anymore?

"But..."

Morgan wrapped an arm around Wesley’s shoulders. "The past is already past. The present and the future will only be better. I’ll pick out an even nicer one for you."

These sweet words instantly made Wesley’s heart burst into bloom. She naturally rested her head on Morgan’s shoulder and smiled sweetly. "Mm, okay."

The two of them went over to the jewelry counter. The salesgirl smiled. "Sir, miss, are you here to buy a diamond ring?"

Wesley nodded. "Yes."

"Miss, this DR diamond ring is very beautiful, and its symbolism is wonderful too—unchanging true love, firm as at the beginning. You two can consider this model," the salesgirl introduced.

Wesley wasn’t taken with the DR ring. Her eyes lit up as she pointed at another one. "This diamond ring is so pretty, I want this one."

"This one is the Butterfly in Bloom ring. It is indeed beautiful, but..." The salesgirl trailed off. Butterfly in bloom, moon in the water—destined to be nothing but an illusion, in the end unable to hold on to anything.

This Butterfly in Bloom ring had an even more beautiful design, with a kind of fragile, unreal beauty. Many people took a liking to it at first glance, but because of its bad symbolism, no one bought it.

But Wesley was moved. She decided on it in one go. "Alright, I want this one. Young Master Morgan, what do you think?"

"As long as you like it," Morgan said.

The salesgirl had no choice but to take out the Butterfly in Bloom ring. Vivi looked sweetly at Morgan. "Young Master Morgan, help me put the ring on."

"Okay." Morgan took her delicate little hand, then slipped the diamond ring onto Wesley’s ring finger.

Willow stood to the side watching this scene, the pain in her heart still unbearable, with a faint sense of emptiness and loss. She and Morgan really had become a thing of the past.

But Wesley was a good girl; she should give him her blessing.

...

Willow was very quiet on the way back, not saying a word.

Wesley sat beside Morgan. She looked at Willow. "Cynthia, are you single right now? Have you ever dated anyone before?"

Willow glanced at the scenery outside the window, then silently nodded. "Mm, I’ve dated."

"Where is he now?"

Morgan’s gaze fell on Willow’s face. He heard her say softly, "He’s doing very well now. Very happy."

He said that the past her was already dead.

But in her heart he had always still been alive—only now, he was by another person’s side, living happily.

Wesley returned to her own residence completely satisfied. Willow followed Morgan back. "Master, if you don’t have any instructions for me, I’ll go back to my room to rest."

After a tiring day, Willow just wanted to go rest.

At this moment Morgan spoke in a low, gloomy voice. "Are you feeling upset?"

Willow stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"Seeing me being all lovey-dovey with Wesley, taking her shopping and buying her a diamond ring—doesn’t that make you very sad?"

Willow didn’t speak. The sorrow and pain were written all over her face, completely impossible to hide.

Morgan’s thin lips curled in a merciless sneer. "If you’re upset, then that’s good. You’ll only get more upset later, because you’re going to watch me marry Wesley and have children with her with your own eyes. I really like kids, you know. I’ll have a few more then."

Children were the thorn in Willow’s heart—touch it and it hurt. She looked at Morgan. "Do you like Wesley?"

Morgan nodded. "Of course I do."

That’s good then...

"Then I wish you two happiness. From the bottom of my heart." With that, Willow turned and went upstairs.

Morgan didn’t move. He stood where he was, watching Willow’s figure disappear from his line of sight. The hands hanging at his sides clenched into tight fists, and a terrifying layer of hostility instantly flooded his eyes.

Very quickly he felt a metallic sweetness in his throat; a hot mouthful of blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

"Young Master!" Eleven blanched in shock and hurriedly handed him a handkerchief.

But Morgan didn’t reach out to take it. Right now he was using all his strength just to hold himself back—hold himself back from going to make trouble for Willow, from wrapping his hands around her throat, from demanding whether she even had a heart!

"Young Master, why are you doing this to yourself? This isn’t tormenting Willow at all. To me, it’s obvious you’re tormenting yourself."

Morgan knew he was torturing himself. His days were numbered, but he didn’t say it. He kept provoking Willow, actually wanting to see her get jealous and lose control for him. But Willow’s light, indifferent attitude always made him feel like he was just a clown.

He had never truly gotten her heart.

...

Willow didn’t sleep well, and when she got up the next morning, she had dark circles under her eyes.

As soon as she entered the dining room, she sensitively picked up on the strange atmosphere. All the servants had their heads lowered, treading carefully, not even daring to breathe loudly, as if afraid of startling a fierce tiger in the mountains.

Who else could that fierce tiger be but Morgan?

Morgan was sitting at the dining table, his handsome face stormy and shifting. He lifted his hand and smashed a plate to the floor. "What kind of work is this? You can’t even get breakfast right?"

The cook trembled all over. It was clearly the same breakfast as always. It wasn’t that the breakfast was wrong—it was that the master was in a foul mood and raging.

Willow had no idea what was wrong with Morgan. He had been like this a lot lately, losing his temper for no reason. She didn’t dare provoke him, so she quietly bent down to clean up the mess on the floor.

Very quickly, a shard of broken glass sliced open her finger.

Hiss.

It hurt.

Before Willow could even react, a big hand reached over and grabbed her bleeding finger. Above her head came Morgan’s irritable, gloomy voice. "Willow Crawford, do you know how you’re going to die in the future? You’ll definitely die from sheer stupidity!"

Willow looked up at Morgan in surprise. Why was he so angry just because she cut her finger? He didn’t even call her Cynthia.

"I’m fine." Willow pulled her finger back.

Morgan realized he’d overreacted. He immediately stood up and left with a flick of his sleeve.

But after taking just a couple of steps, Morgan’s tall body suddenly collapsed forward.

"Master!"