Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1619: Your Mommy Is Mine!

Morgan Ashworth reached out to tear at the clothes on her body, his kisses falling on her neck and continuously moving downward.

"President Ashworth, let me go...ah!" she cried out in surprise.

But her voice was soft and alluring, not at all like her own.

What was happening to her?

Willow Crawford’s face was flushed and burning, and she found her body not at all resistant to his intimate touches. On the contrary, she... liked it very much.

Her body had already gone soft, as limp as if she had melted into water.

Morgan Ashworth naturally noticed the changes and reactions in her body. He kissed her snow-white earlobe, "Willow, don’t resist anymore. You like it and are happy, right?"

Willow wished she could find a hole to hide in. Was it because she hadn’t had a man in a long time? After all, she was at a mature age, so this reaction was understandable.

Embarrassed to the point of desperation, Willow opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

It had been three years since Morgan Ashworth was last with her, and he hadn’t been with any other women either. During these three years, all he thought about and dreamed of was her. Many late nights, he dreamt of the joyful times they spent together, only to wake up to emptiness.

Now, with her soft and fragrant body beneath him, his eyes turned bloodshot. She had reached a mature age, and he was also in his prime.

Noticing her liking for him and no trace of dislike, the cautious probing in his eyes immediately turned bold.

The pain on his shoulder made his muscles tense up uncontrollably. Unable to hold back, he pinned Willow Crawford onto the bed, reaching out to undo his belt.

"Morgan Ashworth, what are you doing? Stop it, our son is inside, he might see us!" Willow started to struggle.

Morgan Ashworth refused to let her go, his voice hoarse, "Willow, just a moment, just a moment. Don’t shout, then our son won’t know."

He!

Willow wanted to struggle, but there was a disparity in strength between men and women, and it looked like he was about to succeed.

Just then, a small voice suddenly rang out, "Daddy, Mommy, did you forget about me? No one’s here to bathe me!"

Hearing their son’s voice, Morgan Ashworth paused.

Startled, Willow immediately pushed him away with all her strength and crawled out from underneath him, starting to tidy her clothes with her back to him.

Morgan Ashworth lay on the bed, covering his blazing eyes. Just now, things had almost gotten out of control. These three years of austerity crumbled upon seeing her.

"I’ll go bathe our son." Willow walked towards the bathroom.

Morgan Ashworth grabbed her slender wrist.

"What are you doing?" Willow quickly pulled her wrist back.

Morgan Ashworth frowned, "I’ll go bathe our son. After all, he’s a boy, he’s already three years old, there’s a difference between men and women. You can’t bathe him today, nor in the future."

Willow looked at him in utter shock. What was he saying? Their son was so little, what difference between men and women? His thinking was really...

At this moment, Morgan Ashworth had already gone inside. The small child poked his head out, "Daddy, why are you here? Why isn’t Mommy bathing me?"

Morgan Ashworth walked in, his handsome face dark. He suddenly felt that this son was so redundant. Without him, he and Willow would have already...

"Ethan Ashworth, let me tell you, your mommy is mine. Don’t cling to your mommy anymore, got it?" Uh-oh.

The little boy looked at him in confusion.