Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1453: Registering Their Marriage

Morgan Ashworth stood frozen.

He was staring at the household registration booklet in Willow Crawford’s hand; this truly was the household registration booklet she had brought back.

What was she saying?

She wrapped her arms around his neck and said to him, "Morgan Ashworth, marry me."

Everything felt like a dream to Morgan Ashworth; it was so unreal. He dared not move or speak, fearing that any movement would shatter the dream and wake him up.

"Morgan Ashworth, why aren’t you speaking? Don’t you want to marry me?" Willow tilted her head and asked him.

"Though I can be a little willful, a bit temperamental, and sometimes even a bit silly, I’m Willow Crawford, 23 years old, healthy, from a respectable family, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Before you, I had no marriage proposals, and after you, there won’t be anyone else. I belong entirely to you, love you wholeheartedly, and after marriage, I will strive to fulfill the duties of a wife and let you live in happiness every day. I am a perfect marriage partner. So, Morgan Ashworth, think about it. Marry me. I want to be with you."

Indeed, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, but now—living in the moment—I want to marry you.

Looking at her sincere brows, Morgan Ashworth noticed her beautiful eyes sparkling like broken stars, each shimmering with fiery love for him. From the age of eighteen until now, she had step by step come to his side, entering his life.

Morgan Ashworth tightened his grip around her waist, his muscular arms revealing his current mood; his Adam’s apple moved as he rasped, "Willow, have you really thought it through? Marriage is not child’s play. Do you truly want to marry me?"

"Though our statuses are different and we may face a long road ahead, I will do my best not to let you suffer any wrongs. I will give you my whole world."

"Only, my body—I don’t want to hide from you—the poison of the Heartbreak Grass within me hasn’t healed, and I don’t know how long I’ll live. Willow, you’re still young; I’ve always restrained myself from being selfish and greedy. I restrain with great difficulty, but you give me hope; yet I’m afraid I might fail you and leave before you, leaving you alone..."

Willow promptly reached out her small hand to cover his thin lips, stopping him from saying more. Slowly, she spoke each word, "Morgan Ashworth, I don’t ask to grow old with you, but to be with you till the end; that is enough."

A ripple stirred within Morgan Ashworth’s heart. Yes, why concern himself with how long he would live? Just reaching the end is a kind of perfection.

He admitted to being selfish and greedy.

Blame it on the irresistible allure she provided; all his self-control had crumbled. He couldn’t refuse, couldn’t turn away.

"Alright, let’s go register for marriage right now!" Morgan Ashworth took her small hand and walked out.

Willow laughed, "Morgan Ashworth, are you silly? It’s already night; we need to wait until the office opens in the morning for registration."

Morgan Ashworth had indeed forgotten about that; he smiled thinly, "I’m being silly—silly from happiness."

"You hurry up and take a shower, change clothes. Or do you want to keep the coffee splashed on you overnight?" Willow raised a willow brow, oozing indescribable charm.

Morgan Ashworth embraced her, whispering at her ear, "Join me in the shower."

Willow immediately refused, "No... Ah!"

Morgan Ashworth had already carried her horizontally, soon followed by laughter and cheer from inside.

...

Much later, Willow emerged cradled, lying on the soft covers, too exhausted to move.

Morgan Ashworth donned black silk pajamas, looking radiant. Willow could not help but smile and curse, "Brute!"

Morgan Ashworth felt no shame, only pride, "With a lovely wife in arms, I wish for nights filled with song and dance."

"We have to get up early to get the marriage certificate; sleep now, no more fussing, or I’ll toss you out of bed," Willow whimpered playfully in a fierce tone.

Morgan Ashworth climbed into bed to hold her, "Alright, I’ll do as my dear wife says."

Willow obediently nestled in his arms, "Morgan Ashworth, don’t worry about the Heartbreak Grass; my mom says there’s a way to cure you, as long as we find the siren who cast the Demon Bell Charm Skill on me back then."

Upon hearing there might be a cure for his poison, Morgan Ashworth’s eyes brightened. He didn’t want to die, not at all; he wanted to live a long life with Willow.

"Really? There’s a cure for the Heartbreak Grass?" Morgan Ashworth asked, unsure.

Willow looked up at him seriously and nodded. "There’s a cure, trust me—there absolutely is! Morgan Ashworth, you can live a long, healthy life!"

Him living a long life?

Without thinking further, Morgan Ashworth touched the tip of Willow’s lovely nose with his finger, "Not me living long, but us living long together."

Willow lowered her delicate lashes, wrapping her small arms tightly around Morgan Ashworth’s waist, nuzzling him with affection like a little kitten, "Morgan Ashworth, I want to be with you forever, so much."

"Now that we’re together, as long as you don’t wish it, no one can separate us." Morgan Ashworth expressed his intention.

"Hmm." Willow nodded vigorously, "You have to find a way regarding that siren."

The siren was Mildred, but making her reveal herself would be challenging.

During this time, Morgan Ashworth kept Mildred nearby, observing her. Even while she pretended to be a pitiful little tea flower and seemed weak and lowly in her methods, her mind was much deeper than her mother’s, not easily exposing herself.

"Got it; I’ll find a way about this." Morgan Ashworth kissed Willow’s forehead.

Willow closed her eyes, "Let’s sleep; I’m tired and need to wake up early tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Willow."

The two fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

...

Willow slept soundly, but before she awakened, she found herself being lifted. Drowsily, she opened her eyes to see Morgan Ashworth carrying her to the car.

The sky was still dark; where was he taking her?

"Awake?"

Willow rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Where are you taking me, isn’t it still early morning?"

Morgan Ashworth nodded, "Yes, it’s still early. We’re going to queue at the Civil Affairs Bureau; I’m afraid there will be too many people and too many complications as time goes on."

Willow quickly smiled; she hadn’t expected Morgan Ashworth to take her to line up at the Civil Affairs Bureau so early. This might be the most anxious moment of his life.

"Willow, sleep a bit more. I’ll wake you once the bureau opens."

Willow sweetly shut her eyes, "Okay."

After four hours of queuing, Morgan Ashworth and Willow were the first to receive their marriage certificate.

The staff asked, "Miss Crawford, do you and Mr. Ashworth voluntarily agree to become husband and wife?"