Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1393: Sleeping in Each Other’s Arms

Watching Morgan Ashworth’s tall body suddenly collapse, Willow Crawford gasped as if she couldn’t breathe, "Morgan!"

She cried out and rushed over immediately.

But Eleven blocked Willow Crawford, "Stay away from my young master."

"What’s wrong with him? How could he faint like this? Let me go and see him. I won’t hurt him..." Willow pleaded desperately, wanting to reach Morgan’s side.

Eleven refused coldly, "My young master is like this because of you. You always bring him disasters. You’re a jinx. As long as you stay far away from him, he’ll be fine!"

At this moment, the doctor came over and took Morgan Ashworth into the room, and Eleven snorted coldly and followed.

Willow Crawford stood alone at the spot, her hands and feet were cold. She didn’t understand what Eleven meant; his hostility and hatred towards her were so obvious, as if she had done something unforgivable to Morgan Ashworth.

But, she hadn’t done anything.

Is it possible that just by staying by his side, she brought him disaster?

...

Morgan Ashworth awoke, his handsome face was very pale, full of illness.

"Young master, don’t get up, take a good rest. The doctor said... said the poison of the broken intestine grass has already invaded your organs. If we can’t find the spirit grass, you don’t have much time left." Eleven whispered.

Morgan Ashworth sat up, pursing his thin lips, "There’s no spirit grass left in the world."

"The last spirit grass grew in Alani, guarded by Seraphina Linden back then. Later, Seraphina’s daughter Serena Sterling fell in love with Hayden Crawford, pregnant with triplets, and returned to Alani at death’s door. The miraculous Seraphina Linden used the last spirit grass to seal her beloved daughter’s heart, putting her into a long sleep. There’s no spirit grass left in this world."

Unexpectedly, the last spirit grass was involved in the grievances of the previous generation, with fate seemingly having its plans.

Eleven said sadly, "Though there’s no spirit grass left in the world, there is a heart pill in The Western Reaches that could buy the young master some more time. Tomorrow, the young master from The Western Reaches will come here as a guest, and we’ll definitely find a way to get that heart pill."

Morgan Ashworth said no more.

At this moment, a sneaky figure appeared at the door—Willow Crawford.

Willow Crawford had been concerned about Morgan Ashworth, so she kept hovering at the door, but the bodyguards wouldn’t let her in.

"Young master, do you want to see Cynthia?" Eleven asked.

Morgan Ashworth furrowed his brows, "My health situation must not be leaked to her, or face the consequences!"

"Yes, young master."

"Let her go, I don’t want to see her now!"

"Alright."

Eleven walked out, and Willow immediately approached, "Eleven, is he awake? Can I go in and see him?"

"Cynthia, the young master just said he doesn’t want to see you, so leave quickly."

Did he say that?

Willow Crawford’s expression darkened, "So... how is his health?"

"You don’t need to worry about that." Eleven replied coldly.

Willow Crawford was unwilling to leave.

Eleven scolded, "Cynthia, have you forgotten your status? You’re just a maid now. I suspect you’re here lazing around, hurry up and get to work!"

At this moment, Wesley Kingsley arrived, "Eleven, how is Morgan the young master?"

"Miss Kingsley, you’re here. The young master is fine, resting in his room. I’ll bring you in now, the young master surely wants to see you."

"Okay, good."

Eleven took Wesley Kingsley into the room, and Willow Crawford stood at the door, wanting to seize the chance to take a look at Morgan Ashworth. But at the next second, the door was shut with a "bang."

...

Late at night, when everyone was resting, Willow Crawford secretly sneaked out and pushed open the door to Morgan Ashworth’s room.

The room was lit with a dim yellow light, and Morgan Ashworth lay on the bed, not sleeping soundly. His handsome brow furrowed, as though having a bad dream.

Willow Crawford stood by the bed, feeling her heartache twist; his complexion was very pale, he must be ill.

If possible, she wished to be ill in his stead.

Willow Crawford extended her delicate white fingers, gently stroking his furrowed brow, hoping to smooth it out.

At that moment, in his sleep, Morgan suddenly reached out, grabbed her slender wrist and pulled forcefully, causing Willow to fall directly onto the bed, into his embrace.

"Morgan..." Willow pushed him lightly.

Morgan didn’t wake, holding her tightly in his arms with a strong arm, "Willow..."

He murmured the name Willow.

He was calling her name in his sleep.

Willow Crawford’s pale eyes quickly reddened; she knew he was calling the Willow from five years ago, as he had called her countless times "Willow" back then.

Willow slowly extended her small hands to embrace his muscular waist, burying her face into his chest, she whispered, "Morgan, I miss you so much."

...

Morgan slept well, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, he felt much better and wanted to get up.

But soon he realized something was wrong; he was holding a soft and fragrant little object in his arms, which clung to him tightly, like an octopus.

Lowering his head, Morgan saw that it was Willow Crawford.

How did she get here?

Morgan hadn’t expected to see her upon waking in the morning; hence, they had slept this way all night.

Morgan’s bright eyes narrowed slightly, he wanted to reach out and push her away, but she murmured and clung to him even tighter.

In the past, he thought the happiest thing in the world was waking up in the morning and seeing her.

Five years, five whole years, and she was back sleeping beside him again.

Willow Crawford, this is your own doing!

Morgan flipped over and pressed her down, fiercely sealing her red lips.

Willow was having a nightmare, dreaming of a large stone compressing her chest, suffocating her, making her feel miserable.

What should she do?

Suddenly opening her eyes, Morgan’s handsome face magnified in her vision.

He was kissing her.

Willow’s feathered lashes trembled violently; she hadn’t expected this; he kissed her forcefully, relentlessly plundering her access to fresh air.

Mmph.

Willow lifted her small hand to press against his broad shoulder, trying to push him away.

Morgan used his long fingers to press her restless hands against the headrest, "Don’t move! You climbed into my bed in the middle of the night, didn’t you want this? Now I’m fulfilling it for you!"

"No, Morgan, you’re mistaken! Didn’t you say I’m just a maid? Then why are you touching me now?"

"Don’t you know the maid has a final task?"

"What task?"

"To warm the bed for the master!"