Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1643: I Do

Just then, the "Wedding March" began to play on site, and Morgan Ashworth appeared at the front of the red carpet. He was dressed in a black suit, tall and strikingly handsome, absolutely the most handsome groom Willow Crawford had ever seen.

Willow’s fair eyes were rimmed red. She walked over and took her father Hayden Crawford’s arm, and under everyone’s blessing-filled gazes, she stepped, step by step, to Morgan Ashworth’s side.

Hayden Crawford placed his daughter Willow Crawford’s hand into Morgan Ashworth’s. "Mr. Ashworth, from now on Willow is your wife, and the mother of your child. I hope you’ll love her and cherish her."

Morgan Ashworth nodded. "I will."

Then he took Willow’s hand.

The two of them walked up to the priest. The priest asked, "Mr. Ashworth, do you take Miss Willow Crawford as your wife, and from now on, whether in wealth or in poverty, in health or in sickness, you will never abandon her?"

Morgan Ashworth said, "I do."

"Miss Willow Crawford, do you take Mr. Morgan Ashworth as your husband, and from now on, whether in wealth or in poverty, in health or in sickness, you will never abandon him?"

Willow felt like this was all a dream, such a beautiful dream that she didn’t even dare think about whether it was real. She nodded. "I do."

The little flower boy Ethan Ashworth brought over the rings, and Morgan Ashworth slid the wedding diamond ring onto Willow’s finger.

"All right, the groom may kiss the bride," the priest announced.

Morgan Ashworth raised his hand and slowly lifted Willow’s veil. Her delicate, flower-like little face fell into his eyes.

He reached out to cradle her small face, then pressed his lips to her red ones.

A French kiss, long and lingering, that lasted a full two minutes.

Willow’s long lashes fluttered in a flustered tremble—pure shyness. With so many people here, he could have just brushed a quick kiss, but instead he kissed her so focused and deep.

"Whoa, I can’t watch this, kids who watch will get sty eyes." The little dumpling immediately covered his own eyes with his tiny hands, both adorable and funny.

The wedding ended perfectly, and Willow received everyone’s blessings. "President Ashworth, Lady Ashworth, wishing you a happy wedding."

"Lady Ashworth, young master Ashworth is already three years old, you can give President Ashworth a second child now. Having more kids is happiness."

Being urged to have more children, Willow felt like everything was happening a bit too fast.

Just then Willow felt a resentful gaze fall on her. She looked up—it was Vanessa Willowb.

Vanessa’s eyes were red from crying, and she was glaring at her in anger.

Willow didn’t avoid her; instead she walked over generously. "Miss Willow, hello."

Vanessa snorted. "Willow, are you feeling particularly smug right now, since Ashworth brother still married you in the end?"

Willow didn’t know what to say. Could she say that Morgan Ashworth married her purely for better revenge?

Vanessa suddenly burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly. With tears and snot all over, she accused, "I knew it, I just knew Ashworth brother never forgot you in his heart. Every time we were together he was acting, he got close to me on purpose just to make you jealous. And he’s never touched me, he doesn’t even hold my little hand."

Willow was stunned. Morgan Ashworth never touched her? But there had been plenty of tabloid gossip photos of him and Vanessa spending the night together.

Could all of that have been fake?

"Vanessa Willowb, what are you doing here?" At this moment Morgan Ashworth walked over. He stepped in front of Willow, a displeased frown between his brows.