Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1634: Which One Do You Think Looks Best?

Morgan Ashworth abruptly interrupted her, "Willow Crawford, I called you over, so you come over. Do you not want to see your son?"

Caught in his grasp, Willow Crawford, "Morgan Ashworth, you!"

"If you don’t come over, don’t even think about video chatting in the future," Morgan Ashworth hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy signal on the other end, she, "..."

With no other choice, Willow Crawford could only rush to Morgan Ashworth’s White Palace.

The White Palace was radiant, with a maid leading the way, "Miss Crawford, please follow me. The president and Miss Willowb are just ahead."

Soon Willow Crawford saw Morgan Ashworth and Vanessa Willowb. Morgan Ashworth was sitting on the sofa reading a business newspaper, while Vanessa Willowb was selecting wedding dresses.

All the wedding dresses here were custom-made, very expensive, and Vanessa Willowb was dazzled by the choices, finding every dress beautiful.

She wanted to hear Morgan Ashworth’s opinion, so she tugged on his arm and asked, "Brother Morgan, how about this one?"

Morgan Ashworth, lacking patience, glanced up, "You’re too fat for this one, you can’t wear it."

"..." Vanessa Willowb, "Brother Morgan, what about this one then?"

"You’re too short for this one, it’ll drag on the ground."

"..." Vanessa Willowb, "Brother Morgan, surely this one will do?"

"This one could work, but don’t you have a grasp on your own figure? Your figure isn’t good, how can you handle this wedding dress?"

Vanessa Willowb’s pretty face immediately fell. She wanted him to give her advice, not play a wet blanket. How could he devalue her like this?

Now she lost all interest in selecting a wedding dress, immediately sulking, "Brother Morgan, let’s go back. I don’t want to choose a wedding dress anymore."

Morgan Ashworth refused, "That’s not possible, there’s still someone who hasn’t arrived."

"Today I’m picking my wedding dress, I’m the main character, who else are we waiting for?" Vanessa Willowb was increasingly unhappy.

At this moment, the maid said, "Mr. President, Miss Crawford is here."

Willow Crawford had arrived.

Morgan Ashworth closed the newspaper in his hand, changing his previously impatient expression, he looked up with interest at the arriving Willow Crawford, curling his thin lips, "Willow Crawford, why are you only just coming over now?"

Willow Crawford glared at him without good humor, "I was afraid of disturbing President Ashworth and Miss Willow’s pleasure; I didn’t want to be a third wheel, so I’m coming a little late."

Morgan Ashworth got up and wrapped his arm around Vanessa Willowb’s waist, "Just as well, you can help Willowb pick which wedding dress looks good."

Willow Crawford looked at the row of beautiful wedding dresses in front of her without speaking.

Morgan Ashworth casually pointed at one, "How about this one? Willowb’s waist is so slim, it’ll look great on her."

"And this one is good too, Willowb’s height is just right, it will look surely beautiful."

"There’s also this sexy one, Willowb’s figure is so good, she certainly can hold it."

Vanessa Willowb’s mouth hung open, her face showing a ghostly expression at Morgan Ashworth. Did he know what he was saying?

Just before, he was despising her for being fat, short, and having a bad figure; now, he’s overturned all his previous comments?

In the shocked gaze of Vanessa Willowb, Morgan Ashworth, in a very good mood, raised his eyebrows and concluded, "I think my Willowb looks good in any wedding dress, after all, she is good-looking."

Vanessa Willowb, "..."

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth, this man really forced her to listen to his affectionate words, so annoying!