Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1638: I Want to Get Back Together with You

Morgan Ashworth looked at her and sneered, "Willow Crawford, are you so eager to sever ties with me?"

"It’s not that I’m eager to cut ties with you; it’s you who’s in such a hurry to get married. You’ve already said that there’s no chance for us to reconcile and that you no longer like me. Since that’s the case, let’s not drag this out; it’s better for both of us to make a clean break."

Morgan Ashworth took a drag of his cigarette, then gestured towards his front passenger seat with his gaze, "Get in."

Get into his car?

Willow Crawford shook her head, "I’m not getting in. I’ve already said everything I needed to."

"It seems you don’t want your son, do you, Willow Crawford? Why do you keep provoking me?"

"..."

She hadn’t done anything wrong. It was him who repeatedly used their son to threaten her. She didn’t even know what their relationship was anymore now.

But since their son was still in his hands, Willow Crawford had no choice but to get into the front passenger seat. Now, in the silence of the car, it was just the two of them.

"Tell me, President Ashworth, what exactly do you want with me?"

Morgan Ashworth threw the half-burnt cigarette into the ashtray, then held her small face and kissed her.

His clean and crisp masculine scent enveloped her, accompanied by the faint taste of nicotine that suddenly invaded her mouth. Willow Crawford trembled in fluster, quickly reaching out to push him away.

"President Ashworth, what are you doing? You’re getting married tomorrow; don’t do this to me." Willow Crawford turned her head away.

Morgan Ashworth didn’t let her go. He inhaled her scent, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you take a shower?"

"..."

He buried his handsome face in her long hair and kissed it, "You smell really good."

As he spoke, his kiss landed on her delicate white earlobe.

Willow Crawford’s entire body turned limp, rendered defenseless by him. She didn’t know why, but anytime he touched her, she felt something.

"Morgan Ashworth, really, don’t do this."

"Willow Crawford, what if I told you I still like you and want to get back together? Would you be with me?" he suddenly asked.

What was he saying?

He said he likes her and wants to get back together with her?

Willow Crawford’s struggling movements froze. She looked at him, filled with confusion and uncertainty, "Are you telling the truth? Do you really...still like me and want to get back together?"

Morgan Ashworth gazed deeply into her eyes and then nodded, "Yes, so would you be willing to be with me?"

It was all too sudden. Willow Crawford didn’t know what to say.

Morgan Ashworth didn’t seem to be in a hurry for her answer. He reached out, held the back of her head, and kissed her luscious red lips once again.

Hmm.

Willow Crawford’s hand clutched tightly at his collar, passively enduring his kiss. Gradually, she gave up on resisting and began to indulge. Willow Crawford, admit it, you like this man.

Willow Crawford wrapped her arms around his neck, starting to respond to him proactively.

Morgan Ashworth was no longer satisfied with just the kiss. His large hand fell on her slender waist, gently lifting her and directly placing her from the front passenger seat onto his lap.

In this cramped space, Willow Crawford’s eyes turned red with emotion, and she wanted to get down immediately, "No, you can’t do this."

"Ha, Willow Crawford, admit it, you like me, and you want to be with me, right?" he insisted.

At this moment, Willow Crawford no longer wanted to resist her heart. After all, she always loved and hated with boldness. She bit her red lip with her pearly teeth and said, "Then will you...cancel the wedding? I don’t want to be the other woman, ruining someone else’s relationship."