Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1459: Willow, Let’s Have a Child

Morgan Ashworth returned feeling refreshed. He and Willow Crawford were still in a cold war, with no sign of reconciliation.

Mildred witnessed all this with increasing anxiety because although the opportunity was right in front of her, she couldn’t do anything about it, which made her feel exceedingly frustrated.

Finally, she made up her mind; she was going to use the Demon Bell Charm Skill on Morgan Ashworth to keep him firmly under her control.

No one in this world could resist the Demon Bell Charm Skill. Five years ago, Willow Crawford had also fallen victim to it, and Morgan had nearly died at her hands.

Five years later, neither Willow nor Morgan could still resist the Demon Bell Charm Skill.

At night, when Morgan was asleep in his room, Mildred sneaked in and greedily stared at Morgan’s handsome face from the bedside.

"Master, I truly adore you and want to be with you for a lifetime. Rest assured, I won’t harm you. I just want you to belong to me."

Mildred took out the enchanted bell, ready to perform the bewitching technique.

But at this moment, with a "snap," the room lights suddenly turned on. The door was flung open, and a large group of people burst in, led by Morgan Ashworth’s trusted aide, Eleven.

Eleven looked coldly at Mildred, "Mildred, you’ve finally slipped up. We’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time."

What?

Mildred’s face changed drastically. She glanced at Morgan Ashworth on the bed, who had just been asleep but now had his eyes open. He was awake.

Damn!

Mildred realized she had fallen into a trap.

"Did you already know my identity?" Mildred asked.

Morgan got up from the bed and gave Mildred a faint glance, "Otherwise, why do you think I kept you by my side? I wanted to see your resolve, to see how long you could endure."

Mildred was speechless, realizing only then that Morgan had used a honey trap on her.

If she hadn’t been so captivated by his looks and eager to be with him, she wouldn’t have been exposed.

"Five years ago, it was your mother and Prince Rosen who teamed up to use the Demon Bell Charm Skill on Willow Crawford. Everything between us was caused by you," Morgan said with disdain.

Ha ha.

Mildred suddenly burst into loud laughter, as if she had heard the biggest joke, "Master, it was Willow herself who couldn’t resist the Demon Bell Charm Skill. In other words, she didn’t love you deeply enough. If someone truly loves another, how could they bear to kill the one they love? In my view, Willow’s love for you is just that. She will leave you eventually!"

Morgan frowned, a layer of gloom already clouding his handsome brow, and he ordered, "Take her away. I want to know everything about the Heartbreak Grass, no matter what means you use."

Eleven nodded, "Yes."

Mildred was directly taken away.

Everyone retreated, and Morgan’s face still looked sour. He had never liked the Demon Bell Charm Skill, and now he wanted it to disappear along with Mildred.

He had unwavering faith in Willow’s love for him, but Mildred’s words, "Willow will leave you eventually," had planted a seed of doubt in his heart.

At this moment, the phone rang—it was a call.

This time, it was from the Elder.

Morgan had been raised by the Elder, and deep inside, he respected the Elder, even though they had differences and a rift because of Willow.

Morgan answered the call, "Hello, Elder. If this is about breaking up Willow and me, then there’s no need to say more."

The Elder sighed, "Miles, I’m doing all this for your own good. I’ve raised and educated you like my own son all these years. How could I harm you?"

"I won’t interfere in your matters with Willow. As long as you’re happy, but I have one condition: Willow must get pregnant with your child soon and give birth to your heir."

"Miles, this request isn’t too much, is it? We can’t let our lineage end. With your current health condition, don’t you also want to have a child with Willow?"

Listening to the Elder’s earnest yet yielding tone, Morgan’s expression softened a bit, "We’ll talk about the child later. Right now, Willow doesn’t want to have a baby."

He had hinted at it a few times, but Willow had always refused, making it clear that she really didn’t want to have a child.

He and she had just gotten married, and their days were sweet and full of love. He didn’t want the issue of having children to upset her.

"Miles, if Willow doesn’t want to, you should tell her. If a woman truly loves a man, how could she not want to have his child? I don’t care, but this matter has to be prioritized. You decide." The Elder hung up the phone.

The Elder had actually brought up the issue of having children some time ago, and Morgan had brushed it off then. Now, the matter of having children couldn’t be delayed any longer—it was urgent.

Importantly, deep down, Morgan also wished Willow could give him a child.

...

Mildred was captured and, unable to withstand the harsh interrogation in prison, confessed everything.

Willow was brought back, joyful, "Honey, now that we know about the Heartbreak Grass, my mom can create an antidote. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine soon."

Morgan curled his lips, "Okay, I know."

At that moment, warmth surged at Morgan’s nose, and two bright red lines of blood flowed down—he had a nosebleed.

"Honey, you’re having a nosebleed!" Willow quickly covered his nose with a tissue.

"Willow, let’s have a child," Morgan suddenly said seriously.

Willow paused.

Morgan held her small hand, "Willow, I’m serious. Let’s have a child. I know my own body; the poison is too deep and might be difficult to cure..."

"No, my mom will definitely save you."

"When? What if I’m already dead when your mom creates the antidote?"

Willow shook her head, "Impossible."

"How can you be so sure it’s impossible? Willow, do you just not want to have a child with me?"

Willow bit her lower lip, "I..."

Morgan released her small hand, "Willow, I really don’t understand why you never want to have a child. Is it because if you have a child, you’ll have no way out?"

What?

Willow looked at him in shock and disbelief, "Morgan Ashworth, what nonsense are you talking about? If I was considering a way out, I wouldn’t have married you!"

Morgan realized he had said the wrong thing, pursing his thin lips, "You should sleep early tonight. I’m going to work."

After speaking, he left the room.

Willow stood alone in the room. This time, she knew Morgan was serious—he truly wanted to have a child.

If she kept refusing, not only would it make him angry, but he would also begin to doubt.