Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1636: Wedding Date

Willow Crawford came out, dressed in a wedding gown. The gown was pure white, all handmade lace, exquisitely beautiful and romantic. The fitted waist design perfectly outlined her graceful and slender figure, and the shallow V slightly revealed her fragrant shoulders and pretty butterfly collarbone. Her skin looked as smooth as jade, her beauty was enchanting and captivating.

So beautiful.

Vanessa Willowb looked at Willow Crawford and understood what it meant to compare a swan to an ugly duckling. She was definitely the ugly duckling.

Even the maids couldn’t help but exclaim, "Miss Crawford, you look so beautiful in this wedding dress. I’ve never seen anyone prettier than you."

Willow Crawford forced a smile, "Thank you."

At this moment, Morgan Ashworth stood up and walked over, his gaze burning as he looked at her, "Turn around and let me see."

Willow Crawford hesitated, then spun in place, "President Ashworth, is this alright?"

Morgan Ashworth casually picked up a veil and directly placed it over her head.

Willow Crawford became stiff. He only asked her to try on the wedding dress, but didn’t mention putting a veil on her. This was like a wedding scene.

Morgan Ashworth drew closer. When they got married, they didn’t hold a wedding ceremony, so he never saw her in a wedding dress. She looked truly beautiful in it.

He raised his hand, gently lifting the veil to reveal her lovely face, slowly leaning in to kiss her forehead.

He was getting closer; he was about to kiss her.

Willow Crawford blinked her lashes at him, not knowing what he intended, especially when his fiancée Vanessa Willowb was still there. Would he want to kiss her?

At this time, Vanessa Willowb suddenly reached out and grabbed Morgan Ashworth, stomping her foot in displeasure, "Big brother Ashworth, what are you doing?"

Morgan Ashworth quickly stopped, realizing he had lost composure, and immediately pressed his thin lips together.

All the grievances and discontent accumulated in Vanessa Willowb’s heart erupted. She questioned, "Big brother Ashworth, did you intentionally ask her to wear the wedding dress? Are you planning to kiss her?"

"What do I mean to you then? I am your fiancée, do you even want to marry me?"

"Have you not gotten over your ex-wife? If you can’t get over her, go to her, don’t bother with me anymore. We can be over."

Vanessa Willowb threw a tantrum, angrily glaring at Willow Crawford, "You homewrecker, ruining other people’s relationships. Shame on you!"

Finishing her rant, Vanessa Willowb ran away.

Willow Crawford was left bewildered by the accusations; she hadn’t done anything. All of this was forced upon her by Morgan Ashworth; she was definitely not some homewrecker.

Morgan Ashworth stood there with a dark expression, looking at Willow Crawford, "Was this intentional?"

Willow Crawford, "...What?"

"Now my fiancée has been enraged and left, and wants to end things with me. Are you happy now?"

Willow Crawford, "..."

"Willow Crawford, let me tell you that all of this is pointless. My wedding will still go on. Until then, I won’t let you have custody of our son, not until my wedding is successfully finished." With that, Morgan Ashworth left.

Willow Crawford’s face was written with bewilderment; what did she do to receive these accusations? He must be chasing after Vanessa Willowb now, right?

Even the most patient person can’t endure endlessly. Willow Crawford went in and changed out of the wedding dress.

Willow Crawford returned home and collapsed onto the bed to sleep. She was so tired, physically and emotionally exhausted. Morgan Ashworth had really worn her out.

It’s best to sleep for a while.

When Willow Crawford woke up, she saw a flood of news reports. Morgan Ashworth had already set the wedding date.