Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1614: Feed Him Plums

The two men, one big and one small, were both staring at her, urging her to call him "hubby."

A few images suddenly flashed through Willow Crawford’s mind. In a room as gentle and beautiful as jade, she lay sweetly in his arms, calling him, "Hubby~ Hubby~"

Willow could only cuddle the little cherub in her arms to coax him, "Joy, Mommy is a girl, and girls can get shy. Don’t make a fuss. Later, when it’s nighttime and Mommy is alone with your daddy, Mommy will call him for you to hear, okay?"

The little cherub covered his mouth and giggled, "Haha, Mommy is embarrassed. Okay then, Daddy, Mommy said she’ll secretly call you for me to hear."

From the front, Morgan Ashworth raised an eyebrow, "I’m really looking forward to it."

Willow went, "..."

If the little cherub weren’t present, she would really like to ask what exactly he meant by that!

The car drove all the way to the countryside. The little cherub opened his snack bag and took out a packet of dried plums, "Mommy, have one."

"Thank you." Willow appreciatively pinched one and popped it into her mouth.

The little cherub was very satisfied eating one too. Good things must be shared, and he certainly wouldn’t forget his daddy. He passed the bag over, "Daddy, try one too; they’re sweet and sour, really delicious."

Morgan Ashworth noticed that the snack bag had a lot of delicious treats, probably prepared in advance by Willow for their son. Although she hadn’t been around for the past three years, she was really attentive to their son after returning.

"I’m driving."

"Okay then." The little cherub took the bag back.

Morgan added, "Let your mommy feed me one."

Willow, suddenly being called upon, "..." What, feed him a dried plum?

Willow looked at the man, and the man also looked at her. From his eyes, she saw a playful smile. He was doing it on purpose, making demands to embarrass her since she couldn’t refuse in front of their son. It was absolutely exasperating.

"Mommy, feed Daddy one," the little cherub said naturally.

Willow gritted her teeth angrily inside, but had to maintain a friendly smile on the surface. She picked up a dried plum and leaned forward, bringing it to his lips, "President Ashworth, here you go."

Morgan didn’t open his mouth, "I don’t like sweet things."

He asked her to feed him, but when she did, he said he didn’t like sweet things. Why didn’t he say so earlier?

Fine, she endured it.

"Alright." Willow leaned back, stuffing the dried plum into her own mouth, "Joy, you saw it yourself, your daddy doesn’t like sweet things."

Morgan watched her through the rear-view mirror, seeing how she was boiling inside but doing her best not to explode. It lifted his thin lips. Now he’s found a new amusement: teasing her.

After two hours of driving, the little cherub couldn’t hold it in any longer, "Mommy, I need to pee."

Willow took out a small bottle, "We’re still on the highway and can’t pull over, so just pee into this bottle."

"Okay." The little cherub finished peeing and looked at his daddy in the front, "Daddy, do you need to pee?"

Willow seized a golden opportunity, arching her nice eyebrows, she asked with a considerate smile, "President Ashworth, would you like to borrow this little bottle?"

Morgan noticed her provocative look, lazily curling his lips, "Sure, but can you hold it for me like you did for our son?"

Willow knew he would say that, "Of course~"