Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1630: Scoundrel! Despicable!

Why?

Why is she going to Morgan Ashworth’s room?

"What exactly does your master want? Can he speak plainly? Is it fun to go around in circles like this?"

The maid looked innocent, "Miss Crawford, you have to ask my master about that. We servants just follow orders, please don’t make things difficult for us."

Willow Crawford had no choice but to go to Morgan Ashworth’s room. He hadn’t locked the door, so she pushed it open and walked right in.

In the late night, Morgan Ashworth was still awake. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in a black silk pajama set. Seeing her arrival, he slowly turned to look at her, "You’re here?"

She and her son were both extremely anxious, while he was as calm and collected as ever. Willow Crawford gritted her teeth and said, "President Ashworth, Mr. President, what exactly do you want? Is it fun for you to torment me like this? If you have an issue, direct it at me, not take it out on my son!"

"Alright, I’ll direct it at you right now, go take a shower and change into pajamas."

What?

He’s telling her to go take a shower?

Willow Crawford saw a piece of black silk camisole pajamas on the bed, which seemed to match his. She became alert inside, "And then?"

"And then..." Morgan Ashworth looked her up and down with a man’s gaze on a woman, rakish and wicked, "Then keep me company in bed."

Willow Crawford’s delicate face instantly turned red. She picked up the silk pajamas and threw them at his handsome face, "Pervert! Despicable!"

Morgan Ashworth caught the pajamas she threw at him, "Willow, no one is forcing you. If you don’t want to, you can leave now, but don’t even think about taking your son away."

"Morgan Ashworth, you scoundrel! We agreed before, you said you’d give me custody..."

"Willow Crawford, I learned from you. You were the one who agreed to spend a lifetime with me and then turned around and abandoned me. When it comes to being a promise breaker, I’m nowhere near your level!"

This lunatic, it’s all about how he resents her for having abandoned him.

Willow Crawford truly couldn’t remember why she had abandoned him. Was she really such a horrible person before?

If so, she had it coming!

"Why don’t you go to your fiancée?" Willow Crawford suddenly straightened her back, thinking she had found leverage, "If you dare to touch me, believe me, I’ll go tell your fiancée tomorrow. It’ll be ugly for both of us!"

Morgan Ashworth’s lips curved up slightly, a bit confidently, "Alright, I look forward to you causing a scene tomorrow."

Willow Crawford, "..."

He truly wasn’t afraid at all, and rightfully so, that Vanessa Willowb always clung to him. He was the proactive one.

"Willow Crawford, there’s only one chance. Do you want it or not? If not, you can get out!"

Willow Crawford considered for a moment and then decided to compromise for her son. She picked up the pajamas and harshly scolded him, "Bastard!"

Morgan Ashworth wasn’t angry at all; he simply enjoyed seeing her furious yet unable to defeat him.

...

After Willow Crawford had showered and come out, Morgan Ashworth looked at her. Her small face was flushed white with a hint of red after bathing, and her seaweed-like curls were damp and hanging down her slender shoulders and back. The thin black straps accentuated her supple figure, creating an image of a beauty stepping out of a bath, enough to stir one’s blood.

Morgan Ashworth lay on the bed, patting the spot beside him, "Come over here!"

Willow Crawford walked over, and he reached out and pulled her over to him.

Willow Crawford refused to submit, placing both hands against his chest, and pressed him beneath her.