Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1635: Willow Crawford Wears a Wedding Dress for the First Time

"President Ashworth, since you said so, your fiancée looks good in any wedding gown, so why did you have me come here? I don’t think you need my opinion," Willow Crawford said.

Morgan Ashworth raised an eyebrow, "Then be an audience and watch Vanessa try on the gowns."

Saying that, Morgan Ashworth casually picked a wedding gown and handed it to Vanessa Willowb, "Go change into it and show us."

Vanessa Willowb, "..."

Vanessa went inside, while Willow sat on the sofa. Morgan Ashworth sat beside her, watching her suppress her anger. Morgan smiled and said, "Willow, are you jealous?"

"I’m not jealous!"

Morgan chuckled but said nothing more.

Vanessa was having the hardest time because Morgan Ashworth wasn’t considerate of her figure when picking the gown.

Vanessa sucked in her belly with all her might, but the zipper still wouldn’t close around her waist.

"Miss Willow, I’ll count down three, two, one, then take a deep breath in."

"Three, two, one..."

With Vanessa’s sharp intake of breath, the maid finally managed to zip up the back.

Vanessa lifted the hem of the gown and walked out, happily spinning in front of Morgan Ashworth, "Morgan, do I look beautiful?"

Morgan furrowed his brow slightly; Vanessa had put on the gown, but the excess flesh around her waist was obvious. In terms of figure, Vanessa wasn’t anywhere near Willow, and in terms of looks, Vanessa was no match for her either.

Morgan stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Vanessa’s waist and praised, "Vanessa, you look stunning."

Willow looked at the pair, how close they were, Vanessa in her white wedding dress, and Morgan in his white shirt and black trousers—a surprisingly fitting match. Still, she felt a deep stab of pain in her eyes.

Then Morgan asked, "Willow, what do you think of this gown?"

"It’s beautiful. President Ashworth and Miss Willow are a match made in heaven. I wish you both a happy marriage in advance."

Morgan’s handsome face darkened, angered by her indifferent attitude.

Vanessa felt Morgan pinch her waist hard, "Ouch, it hurts. I feel like just a pawn right now."

"Willow, you can be a bridesmaid at the wedding. Go pick a bridesmaid dress and try it on."

Bridesmaid?

Has he lost his mind, asking his ex-wife to be a bridesmaid? How could he even think of that?

Willow refused outright, "Sorry, President Ashworth, I don’t like being a bridesmaid for others."

Morgan, however, didn’t ask for her opinion. He glanced at the gowns and tossed one into her arms, "Go try it on for me. Otherwise, don’t even think about seeing your son."

Here he goes again. Besides using their son to threaten, what else can he do?

Willow glared at him.

The maid nearby was so scared she didn’t dare breathe. President Ashworth, you’re wrong. There are no bridesmaid dresses here; the one you picked for Willow is also a wedding gown.

This time, Willow gave in, "Fine, I’ll go change. As long as President Ashworth is happy."

She entered the changing room.

Morgan released Vanessa and sat back on the sofa, not forgetting to comment to Vanessa, "You really need to lose some weight."

Vanessa, "..."

Soon, Willow came out. Morgan looked up at her, and his pupils suddenly constricted sharply. He saw Willow wearing a wedding gown for the first time...