Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1639: When Did I Ever Say I Was Getting Back Together with You?

Morgan Ashworth looked at her. "Of course."

Would he really call off the wedding?

Willow Crawford wanted to ask more, but Morgan Ashworth had already cupped the back of her head and pressed his lips to her red mouth...

Willow Crawford’s whole body went soft; under his assault she had no strength to resist at all, and she realized she was completely unable to refuse him.

But she still had some reason left; they were in the car, after all. Even though it was late and there weren’t many people around, it still wasn’t safe. She had never done this before.

Willow Crawford struggled uneasily. "Morgan Ashworth, let’s not do it here, this place..."

Morgan Ashworth kissed her little snow‑white earlobe, the curve of his thin lips hooking up, she didn’t know if it was a sneer. "What, you’ve never tried it here with another man?"

What was he saying?

Willow Crawford stiffened. She didn’t know why, but she kept feeling that he was strange tonight. She hadn’t, she didn’t have any other men.

Morgan Ashworth clearly didn’t want to listen to her. He once again fervently sealed her red lips.

...

Willow Crawford collapsed bonelessly in Morgan Ashworth’s arms. She didn’t have a shred of strength left, she only wanted to lie in his arms for a while, or maybe lie there forever.

Morgan Ashworth helped her put her clothes back on, then pulled her into an embrace. His thin lips fell on her forehead in a kiss, and only after a long time did he say, "You should go back. I should head back too."

"It’s already so late. How about I go back with you? It’s just as well, I haven’t seen Joy in so long," Willow Crawford seized the chance to make her request, wanting to go home with him.

Morgan Ashworth’s lips quirked. "You want to go back with me that badly?"

"Yeah. Didn’t you say you were going to call off the wedding with that Miss Willow? Then that means we’re officially back together, right? If Joy finds out Daddy and Mommy are back together, he’ll definitely be thrilled."

As she spoke, Willow Crawford tugged on his ear. "Morgan Ashworth, I’m telling you, since you’ve decided to be with me, then you’re not allowed to mess around with other women anymore. I’m the kind of person who can’t tolerate even a grain of sand in my eyes."

Looking at her spoiled, domineering expression, Morgan Ashworth let out a low chuckle from his throat. "Willow Crawford, what are you even talking about? How come I don’t understand? When did I ever say I was getting back together with you?"

Willow Crawford’s pupils widened as she stared at him in shock. "You..."

Morgan Ashworth coolly pushed her away. "Yes, we just slept together, but it was consensual. I didn’t force you, did I? But you can’t cling to me because of that and demand I take responsibility. After all, I’m getting married tomorrow. My bride‑to‑be is still waiting for me."

Willow Crawford’s head exploded with a bang; she couldn’t comprehend what he was saying at all. How could he say something like that?

"Morgan Ashworth, what do you mean, just now you clearly said..."

Morgan Ashworth let out a derisive laugh, then casually lifted his hand and buttoned his shirt. "Princess Willow, don’t you get it yet? Everything a man says in bed is bullshit, just sweet talk for fun. How are you still this naive, actually taking it seriously?"

"Morgan Ashworth, you actually lied to me!" Willow Crawford was furious beyond measure. She had never imagined Morgan Ashworth would do something like this.

He’d clearly used lies to trick her, to trick her into... sleeping with him.

Willow Crawford couldn’t help raising her hand to slap his handsome face.

But Morgan Ashworth caught her slender wrist in one swift move, his gaze cold and indifferent as he looked at her. "What, you want to hit me? I learned all my tricks for lying from you. By that logic, you’re my teacher."

"Morgan Ashworth, do you hate me that much, that you’d use this kind of low, despicable method to humiliate me?"