Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1495: Departure

Wesley Kingsley went upstairs!

Oh my god, the maid gasped and immediately stopped him, "Miss Kingsley, you can’t go upstairs. If the master finds out, he will be angry."

Since Morgan Ashworth has been a workaholic lately, even resting in the study, Wesley Kingsley headed straight for the study first, pushing open the door, "Young Master Ashworth..."

No one was inside.

Morgan Ashworth was not in the study.

Where is he then?

Wesley Kingsley’s gaze fell upon the door of the master bedroom next door.

Could it be that he went into the master bedroom with Willow Crawford?

"Miss Kingsley, please don’t make it difficult for us. If the master finds out you barged in, he will definitely be unhappy. How about we give you a heads up first?" The maid was on the verge of tears.

The more she was stopped like this, the more Wesley Kingsley felt something was up. She pushed the maid aside, "Move, don’t block my way."

Wesley Kingsley quickly arrived at the master bedroom door, raised her hand wanting to knock.

But the next second her hand froze in mid-air, unable to knock anymore, because she heard Willow Crawford’s voice, that trembling and broken girlish voice, indescribably soft and sweet. Even as a woman, hearing it made her bones go limp.

"Morgan~" Willow Crawford was calling Morgan Ashworth’s name.

Morgan Ashworth replied in a low, hoarse voice, "Yes, I’m here."

Wesley Kingsley’s pretty little face turned pale at this moment. She didn’t need to guess to know what the two of them were doing inside.

Wesley Kingsley hadn’t interacted much with Willow Crawford, but she had a deep impression of her. A daughter of nobility, cherished by everyone from birth, delicate and untouched by any hardship. Later, in her most beautiful years, she met Morgan Ashworth, who only had eyes for her. Willow Crawford truly lived a princess’s life, adored by all.

It must be said that a princess growing up in such circumstances carries an innate delicate and pure aura, endearing and innocent. Wesley Kingsley knew that Morgan Ashworth ultimately liked this kind of girl, unable to refuse, deeply fascinated.

Wesley Kingsley was also of noble birth, but she was a different type from Willow Crawford.

She slowly withdrew her hand and turned to leave.

...

In the master bedroom.

Morgan Ashworth had dressed Willow Crawford, but one of her dress buttons had broken, pulled off by him just now.

"Sorry, I’ll find a new dress for you to wear." Morgan Ashworth apologized.

Willow Crawford glanced at him; his clothes were also a mess, just put on hastily. The white shirt was exposed, not tucked into his belt, and there were wrinkles on his black trousers below, giving him a hint of decadent sexiness after indulgence.

"Hey!" Willow Crawford extended her little hand to grab his shirt sleeve.

Morgan Ashworth stopped in his tracks, "What is it?"

Willow Crawford was covering her dress; the broken button was below and not noticeable if covered. If she changed into a new dress, anyone would see it. How could she face people then?

"Forget it, I won’t change. I’ll just wear this one." Willow Crawford put on the beige cardigan.

Her little face flushed, with her long black hair tucked behind her ears; her red lips looked vibrant and luscious, the vivid color accentuating her features, making Morgan Ashworth unable to look away.

He crouched down to put on the pale yellow socks she had slid off, "Is your body uncomfortable anywhere?"

Willow Crawford kicked him, "Why ask now? What were you doing earlier?"

Morgan Ashworth curved his lips, "What do you mean what was I doing earlier?"

"..."

Just then a sudden "knock knock knock" on the door shattered the moment’s romance, Mrs. Webb’s voice came through, "Princess! Princess, are you inside?"

Mrs. Webb found herself waking up on the sofa, scared into a sweat. How did she fall asleep?

Thinking about it, she knew Morgan Ashworth had interfered. Moreover, she found Willow Crawford missing, making her jump up quickly.

She knew her hunch had come true; Morgan Ashworth had taken her princess away.

Mrs. Webb stumbled up, directly pounding the door.

Mrs. Webb’s arrival brought Willow Crawford back to her senses too; she quickly stood up from the bed but didn’t balance well, almost falling.

Morgan Ashworth held her in his arms just in time, "Why are you panicking?"

"I... Mrs. Webb is here, I... I have to go home..."

Morgan Ashworth said nothing, lightly pursed his thin lips, falling silent.

His gaze always fell on her, carrying an overwhelming presence, making Willow Crawford nervous too. She didn’t dare to meet his eyes, even her gaze began to dodge, "It’s late. Mrs. Webb came looking for me, I really... really have to go home..."

At this time the "bang bang bang" of knocking persisted; Mrs. Webb worriedly called from outside, "Princess! Princess, are you inside? If you are, make a sound, don’t scare Mrs. Webb. Young Master Ashworth, what did you do to my princess? She’s five months pregnant, don’t mess around, quickly open the door."

Morgan Ashworth furrowed his sword brows, then slowly released Willow Crawford, he said plainly, "Alright, go home."

He went to open the door.

Mrs. Webb rushed in immediately, grabbing Willow Crawford’s hand and thoroughly examining her, she asked with concern, "Princess, are you alright? Is your body uncomfortable anywhere? Quickly tell Mrs. Webb."

Willow Crawford shook her head, "Mrs. Webb, I’m fine, I’m good. It’s very late now, let’s go home."

"Alright."

At this time Mrs. Webb keen-eyed noticed the kiss marks on Willow Crawford’s neck; though deliberately covered, a large strawberry patch instantly revealed the happenings, being an experienced person she saw it right away. No need to guess anymore, she already knew what transpired between Morgan Ashworth and her princess.

Earlier when she woke up from the sofa, she really scared herself into a sweat, not knowing why she fell asleep so inexplicably. There’s only one answer, Morgan Ashworth interfered.

Importantly, she found her princess missing, taken away by this scheming Young Master. What happened needed no explanation.

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth, reluctantly bidding farewell, "Morgan Ashworth, I’m leaving, bye-bye."

Morgan Ashworth gazed at her, saying nothing.

Mrs. Webb grabbed Willow Crawford with a snort, glaring at Morgan Ashworth like a shameless flower thief.

How couldn’t he die of greed, to dare lay hands on her five-month pregnant princess.

"Princess, no more goodbyes. If the matron learns of your ’good deeds,’ you won’t get the chance for more goodbyes."

Willow Crawford felt utterly embarrassed, wishing to dig a hole to jump into; she hurriedly said, "Mrs. Webb, please stop. Let’s go home."

Morgan Ashworth said, "Go ahead, I’ll drive you home."

Mrs. Webb immediately refused, "No need, the Crawford family’s car has arrived, we dare not trouble Young Master Ashworth further."

Mrs. Webb led Willow Crawford away.