Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1473: Save Him

"Morgan Ashworth, I despise you," Willow Crawford declared, her voice laced with embarrassment and anger.

Morgan responded with a kiss. "Well, despise me if you must, as long as it brings you happiness."

Willow was left speechless; "..."

...

Everything eventually subsided. Willow turned onto her side, pulling the blanket tightly around herself, and deliberately ignored the man beside her.

Leaning back against the headboard with an air of languid indulgence, Morgan's handsome features held a smoldering charm. He bent a knee, resting a strong wrist upon it, and a sudden craving for a cigarette overtook him.

It was said that a cigarette after intimacy was more blissful than anything in the heavens.

He had been smoking incessantly lately and reached for a cigarette.

However, he abruptly halted his movement. Willow was currently pregnant; he absolutely could not smoke, unwilling to subject his unborn son to the dangers of secondhand smoke.

Very well, he decided. He rose and entered the bathroom to wash up. Returning with a warm towel, he gently began to wipe Willow’s hands.

Willow's eyes fluttered open. In a fit of pique, she snatched a pillow and brought it down hard on his handsome face.

Morgan made no move to dodge. It was his fault, and he was prepared to accept the consequences. "Willow, the doctor advised that pregnant women should avoid anger; it's detrimental to the baby."

Willow let out a derisive snort. "However, the doctor also advised against such intimacy, why didn't you recall that part?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Did we even call what just happened intimacy? Perhaps I should give you a lesson on what true intimacy entails?"

This utterly shameless scoundrel! It hadn't been that long, yet his talent for flirting had improved dramatically.

He must have accumulated considerable experience from his encounters with numerous women.

Willow's temper flared, the memory of a sweet voice on the phone igniting a spark of jealousy within her. She grabbed another pillow and flung it at Morgan. "Hmph, I hate you! Go be intimate with whomever you please. This princess is finished catering to you!"

As those defiant words left her lips, Morgan's thin lips pressed together into a firm line.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, dropping into a chilling silence.

Willow instantly recognized her misstatement, biting her lower lip as she averted her gaze.

A primal urge to strangle her surged through Morgan. What had she just said? He could be intimate with whoever he wished? Had she so readily pushed him towards another woman's embrace?

If he were not conscious of the child she carried within her, he would have undoubtedly taught her a lesson she would never forget.

But his concern for the precious life in her belly held him back.

It was said that a child elevates a mother's status; perhaps that explained his current restraint.

Morgan meticulously cleaned her hands once more. "Get some rest soon."

And what about him?

Would he venture out again tonight, leaving her alone once more?

Willow dared not voice the question gnawing at her.

Morgan returned to the bathroom and tossed the used towel into the basin, beginning to wash it. Suddenly, a drop fell into the clear water with a 'plink,' instantly dyeing it a crimson red.

He had a nosebleed.

Morgan reached up to staunch the flow of blood, but it was to no avail; his attempts only seemed to worsen the bleeding.

Catching his reflection in the mirror, he noticed his complexion had turned a ghastly pale.

He knew better than anyone that the lingering poison from the Heartbreaking Grass within his system was likely resurfacing.

Morgan had once feared death, but now, everything had changed. He had a wife and a child; they were just outside the room.

He was consumed by the terrifying thought of collapsing somewhere, unseen and unheard by his wife and child.

With newfound urgency, Morgan turned and hurried out of the bathroom, heading directly towards Willow.

In this moment, only Willow could provide him with a sense of security.

He needed to be by Willow's side.

The room remained tranquil, Willow still nestled within the blankets. Morgan approached, each step bringing him closer, until he was nearly beside her.

However, a sudden, unbearable wave of pain engulfed him, causing him to black out instantly. His eyes fell closed, and his tall, slender frame helplessly collapsed to the floor.

Having not slept, Willow remained awake, fearing he might depart again that night. Therefore, when a muffled "thud" echoed through the room, she jolted upright, her gaze falling upon Morgan, who lay collapsed a meter away from her.

Her pupils dilated in shock. She flung the blanket aside and leaped from the bed, reaching down to cradle him. "Morgan! Honey! Oh, honey, what's happening to you!"

Morgan remained unconscious, oblivious to her frantic words and desperate pleas.

Willow's hands and feet turned deathly cold as her deepest fears materialized; the potent poison of the Heartbreaking Grass had struck with violent speed, offering her no time to react.

"Honey, don't worry, I will save you. I promise, I will save you," Willow vowed, her voice trembling.

Willow rushed to the cabinet to retrieve her silver needles, but to her dismay, Morgan had confiscated all potentially dangerous items, leaving her completely unarmed.

Furthermore, her previous attempts to extract heart blood had already failed. Her medical skills were insufficient for a third extraction.

She had no choice but to return home and seek assistance from her mother.

However, Morgan had put measures in place, ensuring she could not leave; they were completely surrounded.

More critically, if she were to abandon him now, what fate would befall him?

At that very moment, all that mattered was his safety and good health, even if it meant earning his hatred.

Willow immediately let out a loud cry, "Help, someone come quickly, Morgan Ashworth has fallen unconscious!"

The door to the room flew open with haste, people rushing in, "What is wrong with our master, call the doctor, quickly!"

As everyone scrambled to tend to Morgan, Willow quietly slipped away. She cast a final glance at him before turning and fleeing when no one was looking.

Willow ran.

...

Willow reached home, banging on the door, "Daddy, Mommy, open the door now!"

The villa's entrance opened promptly, and Hayden Crawford emerged, clad in his sleepwear. "Willow, why are you here? What happened that you've returned so late?"

"Daddy, it's a long story. Where is Mommy? I need to see her."

Willow moved inside, searching for Serena Sterling, but after only a few steps, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the carpet.

"Willow!" Hayden managed to catch his daughter, who had already fainted in his arms.

Just then, Serena rushed out, "Willow, Willow, what's happening?"

Serena swiftly checked Willow's pulse, her brows knitting together in deep concern, her expression growing gravely serious.

With Willow returning home in distress late at night, Hayden felt an overwhelming paternal worry. He turned to Serena, "Honey, what's wrong with Willow? Why did she suddenly faint?"

Serena withdrew her hand. "Willow is pregnant."

"What?" Hayden hadn't yet processed the thought of becoming a grandfather.

"Don't rush to celebrate just yet. This isn't the right time for a child, especially since Willow extracted her heart blood, likely to save Morgan Ashworth."

The joy Hayden had begun to feel was abruptly extinguished by the harsh reality. He stared in shock at his daughter cradled in his arms. "Did Willow overhear our conversation?"

Serena nodded. "It must have been. Willow has already extracted her heart blood twice now."