Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1632: Obediently Listen to Him!

Morgan Ashworth was stumped by her question. He narrowed his long, thin eyes. "And then?"

Willow Crawford quickly pushed him away. "Later, have someone buy me some meds. I need to take medicine."

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?"

"Are you really clueless or just pretending? Obviously contraceptives. Or do you actually want me to get pregnant?" As she spoke, Willow sat up and started getting dressed.

Morgan watched her. "Didn’t I also not use protection the other night? Why didn’t you kick up a fuss then?"

Willow said, "I went back and took the morning-after pill."

So she’d taken emergency contraception.

Morgan’s handsome face instantly chilled. He pulled on his pants and got out of bed. "Relax, I’ll have someone get you birth control later. I don’t want you carrying my child either—after all, I’m going to marry another woman."

Willow stared at him in surprise. How was it she felt he was mad again? This man’s moods really flipped like a switch.

Morgan opened the bedroom door and walked out. He instructed Eleven, "Have someone get a bottle of birth control pills."

Eleven clicked his tongue twice. Just last night, someone was in the study swearing up and down that they didn’t care about that princess Willow Crawford outside. Yet in the blink of an eye he’d hauled that Princess Crawford into bed, and now he wanted birth control.

Eleven only dared complain silently in his heart. "Yes, Mr. President."

Eleven worked fast. Soon he brought over a bottle of pills. "Mr. President, the birth control is here."

Morgan took the bottle, opened the cap straight away, and dumped all the pills into the trash. Then, under Eleven’s stunned gaze, he ordered, "Fill this bottle up with vitamin tablets."

Eleven, "..."

"What? You didn’t understand me?"

"Got it. I’ll take care of it right now."

Willow walked out of the room. Morgan tossed her the pill bottle. "Take them. Swallow two tablets."

"Okay, got it." Willow took the bottle, planning to go home and take them later. She wanted to check on her little dumpling first.

But Morgan urged her, "Willow Crawford, I want you to take them now, right in front of me. Who knows if you’ll secretly not take them at home, then deliberately get pregnant so I have to take responsibility. Someone like you is exactly that scheming."

Off to the side, Eleven was dumbstruck as he stared at the undisputed scheming man, Morgan Ashworth. "..."

Willow was provoked. She quickly twisted off the cap, grabbed two tablets, tossed them into her mouth, and gulped them down right in front of him. "President Ashworth, I’ve taken them. Is that good enough? Can I see Joy now?"

"No, you still can’t see your son."

"Why? Morgan Ashworth, don’t go too far. I agreed to everything you asked for last night. Why won’t you let me see my son?"

"You’ll get to see him, but not today. Here’s the deal: come back tomorrow. I’ll call you tonight."

The way he said it was very suggestive, especially the words "call you tonight," which he emphasized.

Willow’s little face flushed; she immediately got what he meant—he wanted her again today...

"President Ashworth, you’re really pushing it too far!"

Morgan didn’t bother arguing with her and simply ordered her out. "Someone, see Princess Willow Crawford out."

"Miss Crawford, this way please."

Kicked out, Willow had not only lost her body but still hadn’t seen her son. She clenched her fists tight, then turned and stormed off.

Morgan lifted his swordlike brows in a very good mood. With the child in his hands, she’d have no choice but to obediently do as he said!