Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1615: I’m an Exception

Morgan Ashworth glanced at Willow Crawford through the rearview mirror, seeing Willow smiling sweetly, her captivating, bright eyes glimmering as she looked at him, "Since President Ashworth has spoken, of course, I can oblige you."

Saying this, Willow leaned closer, bringing the small bottle in her hand towards him, "Come on, President Ashworth!"

Willow’s eyes were filled with challenge, implying that whoever didn’t come was a coward!

Watching Willow, now right beside his ear, Morgan saw her chestnut-colored waves accentuating her vibrant allure, and her originally captivating features became even more lively. His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he chuckled lowly, "Alright."

In the next moment, he stepped on the brakes, and the luxury car immediately halted by the roadside.

What was he doing?

Willow was very surprised. He wasn’t following the script. At this moment, Morgan got out of the car, came to the rear door, and directly opened it, "Come out."

The challenge in Willow had disappeared, scared, she shrank toward Joy, "Morgan...President Ashworth, what are you doing?"

"You tell me what I’m doing, weren’t you just expecting it?" Saying that, Morgan reached out, grabbed Willow’s slender arm, and pulled her down.

Willow tried to grab onto Joy as a lifeline, "Joy, save me!"

Joy hurriedly pushed her hand away, further pushing her towards his daddy, "Go ahead, Mommy, I won’t peek, so no need to be shy."

Willow, "..."

Morgan pulled Willow into a small grove, placing her small hand on his belt, "Come on, isn’t this what you were expecting?"

Willow touched the cold buckle of his black belt, her delicate fingertips seemed to burn, hastily wanting to pull back, "President Ashworth, can’t you see I was joking with you, don’t take it seriously."

Morgan held her small hand, not letting her withdraw, "You think it’s a joke, I think you’re serious. Willow, hurry up!"

He urged again.

Willow’s palm-sized face turned red, was he a pervert? He’s so old, how could she...

"President Ashworth, I’m sorry, I admit defeat, I shouldn’t have provoked you like that, can you let me go?" Willow immediately conceded and apologized.

Morgan stood tall and graceful as jade, looking at her intently, "No, I don’t accept your apology."

Willow forcefully pulled back her small hand, turned, and ran off.

She actually dared to escape!

Morgan extended his strong arm, hugging her from behind. He buried his handsome face in her hair, deeply inhaling her fragrant scent, earlier when she leaned in to talk to him, the fragrance she exhaled made resisting impossible for him.

"Willow, where do you think you’re running to, hmm?"

The suddenly embraced Willow trembled slightly, she tried hard to pry his fingers away, "President Ashworth, what are you doing, don’t try to take advantage just because you have the chance, don’t you forget, in order to regain custody of my son, I can’t touch men, I must lead a celibate life like a little nun!"

Morgan chuckled, his laughter deep and seductive, "Willow, I’m an exception. In the future, if you have any needs, you can call me anytime, I guarantee I’ll be at your service and leave you satisfied!"

Willow truly felt he considered himself her lover, "Alright, President Ashworth, if that day ever comes, I will definitely call you."