Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1452: Now, Marry Me!

Serena smiled gently, "Silly, we love you too."

Willow sniffled her red little nose and waved her hand, "I’m really leaving now."

"Hurry up and go, we’ll be staying here for a while, it’s not like we won’t see each other again, we can meet anytime, don’t make it as if it’s a life-and-death separation."

Willow got into the luxury car and disappeared.

...

Morgan returned to the villa, his handsome face remained stern. The maids in the villa didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, they could all sense that their master’s mood was not good, and they didn’t want to get in trouble.

However, someone thought her opportunity had come, and that person was Mildred.

Mildred walked over, "Master, dinner is ready, you can go have it now."

Morgan sat on the sofa, not looking at Mildred, his thin lips pressed together silently.

"Master, what’s wrong, why are you in a bad mood as soon as you come back, where’s Miss Crawford, why didn’t she come back with you?" Mildred spoke gently, like a little bird, making it hard for any man to refuse, as she probed Morgan.

Unfortunately, Morgan didn’t fall for it. He still didn’t speak, treating Mildred like air.

Mildred didn’t feel awkward at all, instead she was secretly delighted, thinking that Willow had left for good and wouldn’t come back, allowing her to take advantage of the situation.

"Master, I’ll make you a cup of coffee."

Mildred quickly made a cup of coffee and handed it to Morgan.

Morgan lifted his eyelids, giving Mildred a faint glance, "I don’t want to see you right now, get out."

"..."

Mildred immediately showed a fearful expression, like a wounded fawn. She bit her lower lip and said timidly, "I’m s-sorry master, I didn’t mean it, please don’t be mad. It’s all my fault, I’ll leave now..."

Mildred turned to leave, but before she could go, she accidentally spilled the coffee onto Morgan’s trousers.

"Oh no, master, I’m sorry, I’m just too clumsy, let me wipe it for you." Mildred quickly pulled out two tissues and began wiping his trousers.

But she didn’t succeed, as Morgan grabbed her delicate wrist.

Mildred looked up, the two were very close, enough for her to clearly see Morgan’s handsome face, making her heart flutter.

Mildred’s voice trembled, "Master, what’s wrong, did I make you angry, I didn’t mean to..."

Before Morgan could say anything, a teasing voice suddenly came from nearby, "Looks like I came back at a bad time, disturbing your fun!"

Morgan looked up, Willow had returned.

Willow had just entered, her clear eyes falling on the two of them, watching teasingly.

Morgan flicked his arm, directly pushing Mildred away.

Ah.

Mildred stumbled and fell onto the soft carpet, looking very embarrassed.

"Master, it hurts..." Mildred’s eyes filled with tears, looking pitifully at Morgan.

But Morgan had already stood up, as if afraid Willow would misunderstand his efforts to keep his distance.

"Willow, you’re back?" Morgan walked up to Willow.

Willow looked at him with a smile, "Yeah, I thought you’d be sad if I didn’t return, but it seems like I was overthinking it, you’re doing just fine!"

Willow emphasized the words "just fine".

Morgan’s tightly knotted brows relaxed, and his handsome face turned from cloudy to clear. He reached for Willow’s small hand, "Willow, I..."

"Don’t call me, continue being lovey-dovey with others!" With that, Willow went upstairs.

Morgan found her jealousy adorable, making him adore her even more as he chased after her with his long strides.

...

In the room.

Willow took off her coat, and warmth enveloped her as Morgan hugged her from behind.

"Let me go." Willow struggled a bit.

"I won’t, let me hold you." Morgan nuzzled his handsome face into her neck, absorbing her scent.

Willow snorted, "Aren’t your pants wet, why not go change first?"

"I’ll change later."

"Master Ashworth truly has boundless charm, I just left and someone’s already eager to take my place, using such sly tactics, even steady hands, spilling coffee right on your pants."

Morgan leaned over and gave her a big kiss on the cheek, "I’m being wronged here, I didn’t even look at her, my heart and eyes are full of you. If you still don’t believe me, I can swear, if I’m lying, may lightning strike me..."

Willow quickly turned around and covered his mouth, "Stop it, stop saying nonsense!"

Morgan looked at her, "So you believe me now."

Willow nodded, "I do."

She’s always believed him, but seeing a little flirtatious girl by his side, she couldn’t help but feel jealous.

"Have you had dinner? Let’s have dinner together." Morgan said.

"You haven’t eaten?"

"No, I didn’t feel like eating without you back."

Her heart softened. So, if she never came back, would he not eat?

Willow reached out and hugged Morgan’s firm waist, whispering, "I told you, I’ll definitely come back, I’ll never leave you again, I want us to be together forever."

Morgan held her tight, "I really wasn’t sure you would come back."

She was a noble lady from a prestigious family, always someone he looked up to.

And now, with his physical condition, he was very afraid. Just now, when facing her parents and brother, he felt so insecure, thinking he had no right to such a delicately nurtured flower.

He always hoped she would willingly stay by his side without the slightest reluctance.

These were words he couldn’t bring himself to say, not knowing how to express.

Willow raised her little face, her eyes sparkling brightly as she blinked at him, "Morgan, I brought something back with me, can you guess what it is?"

"Is it the gift your mom gave you?"

"Nope."

"Then is it from your dad?"

"Also no."

"It can’t be from your brother, can it? I understand you share a close sibling bond, but you’re too old now to be so closely knitted with him." Morgan’s voice had a tinge of jealousy.

Willow felt sweet inside, "None of those, ta-da, see what this is?"

Willow held up something in her small hand.

Morgan saw it, it was... a household registration book.

Willow had brought back the household registration book.

"This is my household registration book. With this, we can register our marriage. Morgan," Willow stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I never registered with Prince Rosen, that marriage was fake all along, for show. Now, marry me!"