Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1618: You’re Not Happy With Me Treating You Like This?

So, the family of three arrived at the only room in the inn.

Willow Crawford opened the door and took a look. There was only one bed inside, but all three of them had to sleep there.

Willow didn’t know how to allocate the bed. Certainly, President Morgan would have to sleep on the floor, but she didn’t know if he would be willing.

At this moment, little Joy comfortably lay down on the bed and happily said, "Great, tonight I can finally sleep on the same bed with Daddy and Mommy. Mommy, you sleep on the inside, I’ll sleep in the middle, and Daddy you sleep on the outside."

"..." Willow no longer had to worry because little Joy had already assigned the sleeping arrangement — the three of them would sleep together.

"Joy, you go take a bath first." Willow sent the little one into the bathroom.

Now with just the two of them in the room, Willow whispered, "President Morgan, later tell our son that it’s too crowded for three people in one bed, that you can’t fit, and you’re afraid of falling off at night, so you need to sleep on the floor."

Morgan Ashworth glanced at Willow, "Why should I sleep on the floor?"

"Because you’re a man. Are you suggesting that Joy and I sleep on the floor? That wouldn’t be very gentleman-like of President Morgan."

Morgan reached out, wrapping a slender arm around Willow’s waist, pulling her into his embrace, "Tonight, we’ll sleep together."

Willow immediately raised her hand to press against his firm chest, "No way, I sleep wildly, I’m afraid I’ll kick you off the bed in the middle of the night."

"Is that so?" Morgan smirked, "But I remember you sleep very tamely, like a little kitten, always cuddling up to me."

"Wh... what?" Willow trembled in surprise. She had no recollection of intimate moments of them sleeping together, and hearing him say this now shocked her greatly.

"Not only do you like to snuggle up to me, but your hands are also mischievous, roaming all over me, holding my neck and kissing me. Sometimes you even wake me up at night with your kisses."

Willow, "..." No way, could she be that energetic? He made her sound like a seductress.

"I’m not like that, President Morgan, stop saying nonsense!"

Morgan gave her a light push, and the two of them tumbled onto the bed. Supporting himself beside her, he slightly lifted his body, looking down at her, "Willow, you said you’re very happy being with me. Tonight... let’s be happy again."

What happy?

What kind of happy?

Then suddenly her view went dark, as Morgan had already lowered his head to kiss her, sealing her lips directly.

Willow immediately struggled, but he kissed her with force, grinding against her red lips as if he wanted to devour her.

She felt him pressing against her teeth, so she bit down tightly.

Morgan anticipated this move, so he unceremoniously bit down on her red lips.

Hiss.

In pain, Willow opened her mouth, and Morgan seized the chance to dive in, kissing her deeply.

Mmm.

Willow widened her eyes to look at him. The man’s eyes were slightly closed, his kiss focused and passionate. The hint of desire on his handsome face was both attractive and captivating.

She began to pound her little fists against him. Morgan released her, kissed her glistening red lips again, and hoarsely asked, "Why, aren’t you happy with me treating you like this?"

"I’m not happy, let go of me!"

"Since you’re not happy, I’ll just have to try harder to make you happy!"