Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1646: Husband~

His topics shifted quickly; one moment he was throwing a tantrum, the next he was asking if she had finished showering.

Willow Crawford said, "I’m done."

"Come with me." Morgan Ashworth tugged at her delicate wrist to lead her outside, "Do you know where your room is from now on? The room is here."

He took her into the master bedroom.

Willow quietly murmured from behind, "You didn’t let me in before, I was too afraid to enter..."

Morgan turned his head to glance at her, "Willow, I’m still young and not planning on living apart. Why did I marry you and bring you home, to treat you like a princess?"

"I understand, I understand, okay, please don’t be angry." Willow was afraid he’d lose his temper again, so her small hand moved to hold his large hand, "From now on, I’ll listen to you. If you ask me to go east, I’ll go east; if north, I’ll head north. I’ll be obedient."

Whether it was her soft and sweet voice trailing behind him or that delicate little hand suddenly nestled into his palm, Morgan immediately stopped talking, and most of his anger dissipated.

He clasped her small hand in his larger one; hand in hand, they entered the room, and Morgan locked the door behind them.

"Is Joy asleep?"

Morgan hugged her from behind and started kissing her neck, "Yeah, she’s asleep."

Willow turned around, wrapped her two small hands around his neck, and willingly offered her sweet kiss.

This kiss took all their effort, and soon they both fell into the soft large bed.

Morgan peeled off her nightgown, revealing a camisole beneath. Her skin was smooth as silk, tea-colored curls draped over her shoulders, her red lips and white teeth glowing charmingly, like a little enchantress that captivates men’s souls.

His eyes turned crimson, and he fiercely kissed her again.

Willow hugged his muscular waist, softly parting her lips to call out, "Hubby~"

Morgan froze, staring intensely at her, "What did you just call me?"

Willow looked at him innocently and confused, "Hubby. Can’t I call you hubby? But you are my hubby~"

She had always called him "hubby" before. During the past three years, he often dreamt of her calling him "hubby," and now it was all a reality.

"Willow, I’m telling you, I won’t be nice to you anymore because every time I am, you run away. If you try to run again or mess with me, I’ll break your legs; believe it or not?" he snarled through gritted teeth.

Willow clung to him sweetly, "I know, hubby, I won’t run away anymore. I’m your wife and Joy’s mom. I’ll strive to be a good wife and mother."

"I hope you keep your word." Morgan pressed her down forcefully.

...

The next morning.

Willow forced herself to get up despite her sore body. Morgan put on a white shirt while she picked out a black tie from the wardrobe, "Hubby, how about this tie?"

Morgan nodded, "It’s fine."

Willow had a good eye; she had a high social standing, good taste, and an inherent fashion sense.

"Hubby, let me help you with the tie."

Willow stood on tiptoes to tie the tie around his neck.

Morgan watched the woman before him. Her movements were gentle, like a new bride dressing her husband. He had envisioned this scene for so long, and now it had finally appeared.

"After I leave, you should get some more sleep," he said, noticing the dark circles under her eyes, evident from the night of his relentless attentions.