Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1463: Her Hand Rested on Her Belly

The fishy smell made Willow Crawford furrow her delicate brows.

Morgan Ashworth hurriedly asked with concern, "Honey, what’s wrong? Is this soup not to your taste?"

Willow thought it might be psychological, so she shook her head, "No, let me have a sip."

Morgan fed her again.

But as the spoon approached, Willow caught a whiff of that fishy smell again. This time, she couldn’t hold back; she pressed her small hand to her chest and bent over to vomit.

"Honey, what’s wrong?" Morgan instantly began to gently pat her on the back.

Willow hadn’t eaten anything, so there was nothing to throw up. She only managed some acid, which made her feel even worse, as if she was completely drained and had no strength left.

"I don’t want to drink fish soup," Willow said weakly.

"What do you want to eat then? I’ll have the chef make it right away—chicken soup, rib soup, seafood soup..." Morgan listed a few soups.

Willow could already imagine the greasy taste of them and had no appetite at all, "Hubby, I want to eat some noodles, something light."

"Okay, I’ll have the chef make it right away." Morgan walked out.

Willow waited in the room and waited; Morgan didn’t come back immediately. Where did he go?

Willow realized she was very clingy and needed him now, unwilling to be separated from him for even a minute. She wanted to cherish every moment with him.

Willow went out to find him.

Quickly, she saw that handsome figure in the kitchen; Morgan was personally cooking noodles for her.

Willow knew he didn’t cook. He always had butlers and maids serving him; he didn’t need to cook. This was his first time cooking, just for her.

Willow felt soft inside, rippling with circles of emotions. How could she ever let go of such a Morgan Ashworth?

She really couldn’t bear to be apart from him.

Willow walked in and hugged his firm waist from behind.

"Honey, why did you come out here? If you’re not feeling well, go back and lie down. The noodles will be ready soon, and I’ll feed them to you."

Willow held him tightly, pressing her cheek against his back and pouting, "I don’t want to go back, I want to stay here with you."

Morgan curved his lips, helpless against her. In truth, he also enjoyed her reliance on him, "You wanted something light, so I fried an egg and added some greens inside, is that okay?"

Willow looked at the egg he fried, "Why is this egg so ugly?"

"It’s not bad. It’s the successful product after countless failures. Try it right away; I’m sure it tastes good," Morgan said, praising his own work.

Willow smiled, "Alright, the fried egg my hubby makes is the best."

In the kitchen, they chatted and laughed, enjoying the peaceful moments.

Soon, the first bowl of noodles Morgan made by hand was ready, "Honey, try it. How does it taste?"

He went to feed her.

Willow was hungry but had no appetite. As the noodles came toward her, she didn’t feel like eating, but this was her husband’s cooking, so Willow opened her mouth. The noodles weren’t exactly delicious, but they met the standards of being light.

"Yes, it’s good."

"Then, eat quickly."

Willow ate half a bowl of noodles. When Morgan wanted to feed her more, she shook her head, "I can only eat this much. My stomach is full; I can’t eat anymore."

"Really? Your stomach is so small." Morgan affectionately reached out to touch her small belly.

Her belly was flat, and her waist was slender, easy to hold with one hand.

After touching it twice, Morgan’s gaze changed.

Willow knew right away what he was thinking. The two of them were newlyweds, and Morgan was a normal man, naturally wanting to be close.

Willow pretended to be dizzy, lying directly in his arms, "Honey, I’m so tired. I want to go to bed early tonight."

"I know, I won’t do anything to you, don’t worry." Morgan ate the remaining half bowl of noodles himself.

"Come on, I’ll carry you upstairs to sleep." Morgan picked her up horizontally and took her to the big bed in the room.

This was probably their first pure sleep since they got married, without any entertainment. Willow lay in Morgan’s arms, lazily closing her eyes.

Morgan wasn’t sleepy yet. Recently, his health was excellent, and he was full of energy. Looking at the beauty in his arms, whose face bore a warm, sleepy blush like a little kitten, his heart itched.

Morgan lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

He intended to just give her a light kiss and leave, but she was so addictive that he couldn’t pull away.

Willow woke up from his kiss. When she opened her eyes, she saw Morgan intensely kissing her, his body warm to the touch, scorching hot.

Willow looked at him with bright, shining eyes.

Morgan reached out to cover her eyes. Her gaze made him feel like he was doing something bad, "Sorry, honey, just holding you gets a reaction from me, and I can’t control it."

Willow smiled.

"What are you smiling about? Are you laughing at me?" Morgan reached out to tickle her.

Willow giggled and hid in his arms, and their bodies pressed against each other. For Morgan, this was the ultimate test.

"Honey, I’m going to take a cold shower. I’ll come back to you in a bit." Morgan was about to get out of bed for a cold shower.

"Hubby~" Willow reached out and grabbed the corner of his shirt.

Their eyes met, and Morgan immediately turned over and pinned her down, covering them both with the blanket. "Thank you, honey~"

Willow held him, softly acting spoiled, "I’m not feeling well, be gentle."

"Okay."

...

The next morning, when Willow opened her eyes, Morgan was already gone. Recently, he had stayed by her side, but today he had important matters to attend to.

Willow got up from bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. Her neck and shoulders were covered in his love marks...

At this moment, Willow felt something unusual with her body, as if a warm current was flowing down.

Was it that time of the month?

Willow suddenly thought of something; her period had been delayed for several days.

With all the stress recently, she had even forgotten about it. Her period always came on time, so why was it late now?

What’s going on?

Just then, she felt a surge of acid rising in her chest, and she held onto the sink, bending over to retch.

This bout of nausea was overwhelming.

Afterward, she suddenly thought of a possibility. Could she be... pregnant?

No.

It couldn’t be.

Probably not.

Her uterus was injured, and doctors had said it would be difficult for her to conceive again.

But she had been feeling exhausted and drowsy for days. At first, she thought it was due to stress, but then last night’s nausea bore too much resemblance to pregnancy symptoms.

Willow placed her hand on her flat belly. Could it be that she’s really pregnant?

Was she carrying Morgan Ashworth’s baby?