Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1645: Finished Your Bath?

Morgan Ashworth, "Then stop dreaming, you’ll never find a bride prettier than your mommy."

The little one, "Ah~~"

Listening to the father-and-son’s conversation, Willow Crawford felt warm inside. She exited the room, leaving the space to them.

But soon, she was faced with a dilemma. Which room should she stay in?

Now that she’s married to him, should she stay in the same room as him? But he said this was revenge, he probably wouldn’t want to live together, right?

Willow hesitated for a moment but entered the guest room, heading to the bathroom for a shower.

Once the father and son finished their baths, Morgan Ashworth dressed and carried the little one out. The little one looked at him with a cute voice, "Daddy, can I sleep with mommy and you tonight?"

"No," Morgan Ashworth refused immediately.

"Why not? I’ll be good and sleep by myself," the little one pleaded humbly online.

"Still no." Morgan Ashworth rejected him decisively again. Tonight was his and Willow Crawford’s wedding night; he didn’t want anyone to disturb them, including the little one.

The little one snorted, a bit displeased, "Daddy, I’ve realized now that I am unnecessary. You and mommy are not playing with me anymore."

Morgan Ashworth tucked him in, "Then bear with it; I’ll ask your mommy to give you a little sister soon. Then you’ll have someone to play with."

The little one’s eyes lit up instantly, "Really? That’s great, I want a little sister tomorrow."

"Then be good and go to sleep."

The little one closed his eyes instantly.

Morgan Ashworth left a table lamp on and walked out. He entered the master bedroom, but didn’t find Willow Crawford in there.

Where is she?

Tonight is their wedding night, so where has she gone?

Morgan Ashworth pursed his lips in displeasure, "Someone come."

"Mr. President, what is it?" A maid quickly ran in.

Morgan Ashworth asked, "Where’s the madam?"

"Mr. President, the madam is in the guest room."

The guest room?

Why did she go to the guest room?

Morgan Ashworth went to the guest room and pushed the door open, just as Willow Crawford had finished her shower, coming out in a white bathrobe, towel in hand, drying her wet hair.

"Mr. Ashworth, why are you here?" Willow asked in surprise.

Morgan Ashworth looked at her with an ignorant expression and immediately reached out to grab her slender wrist, "Willow Crawford, are you pretending? Who told you to go to the guest room? Do you not know what day it is?"

"What day?"

"Our wedding night!" he gritted his teeth.

Willow trembled slightly; did he want to spend their wedding night together, but he had already said...

At this moment, Morgan Ashworth pulled her close to him, "Willow Crawford, you are already my wife, please act a bit more like a wife. Did you marry me only to stand aloof and refuse me?"

"I..." She didn’t mean that, she just didn’t know what he was thinking.

"Willow Crawford, let me tell you, I’m not the Morgan Ashworth you used to know. If you dare to pull any tricks again, I won’t let you off!"

"Now that you’re my wife, you must strive to fulfill your duties as a wife, take care of your husband’s daily life, serve him, please him, make him happy and joyful. All these are your responsibilities from now on, understood?"

Willow nodded, "Understood."

Morgan Ashworth looked at her enticing face fresh from the shower, "Finished showering?"