Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1647: Buying Her Cotton Candy

"Okay." Willow Crawford nodded and handed him the briefcase.

Morgan Ashworth looked at her, "Then I’m off."

"Mm, goodbye, hubby."

Having said goodbye, he didn’t leave, staring at her steadily.

Willow Crawford was puzzled, "Why aren’t you leaving? Did you forget something?"

"It’s not me who forgot something, it’s you who’s forgotten something, Willow, think carefully." He continued to look at her.

Willow Crawford racked her brains for a moment, couldn’t think of it... "Uh, can you give me a hint?"

Morgan Ashworth pulled her in front of him, pointed at his handsome face with his finger, "Aren’t you going to give me a going-to-work kiss?"

Willow Crawford, "..."

She really didn’t expect this, was this President a bit too... clingy?

"What, don’t want to kiss me?" Seeing her delay, Morgan Ashworth immediately furrowed his brows.

Willow Crawford quickly stood on tiptoe and gave his handsome face a hard peck, "Is this okay?"

Morgan Ashworth smirked satisfactorily, then quickly smoothed his lips, not wanting her to get conceited, "Remember, don’t forget in the future."

"Got it."

Seeing her obedient and docile look, Morgan Ashworth finally left.

As soon as he left, Willow Crawford fell back into the soft big bed, so sleepy, she needed a nap.

Wait a minute, she suddenly remembered a problem; he hadn’t taken any precautions, should she take a pill?

Ever since they got together, he never took precautions, it seemed like such a concept didn’t exist in his subconscious, what if she got pregnant?

The previous times she secretly took the pill herself, he probably didn’t want another child...

...

Eleven thought their President was in an especially good mood today, understandably so, a newlywed man, like bathing in honey, anyone could see his good mood.

"President, here is this week’s schedule. In a couple of days, you need to go on a business trip for about a week." Eleven handed over the itinerary.

He’s going on a business trip, and it would last a week. Morgan Ashworth furrowed his brows.

"President, should I postpone the business trip?" Eleven, having followed him for so long, was quite perceptive.

Morgan Ashworth shook his head, "No need, proceed as planned."

"Yes."

The day ended quickly, Eleven drove Morgan Ashworth home, the night lights were especially warm, one of them also lit for him now.

Morgan Ashworth felt a gentle warmth in his heart; only he knew how happy he was since getting married, regardless of whether she was sincere or not, he had bound her to his side with marriage.

He hoped this time she wouldn’t leave him and their son behind.

Just then, Morgan Ashworth saw cotton candy being sold outside, colorful cotton candy brimming with youthful dreams, the air sweet with its fragrance.

"Stop the car."

"Yes."

Morgan Ashworth opened the back door and got out, walking to the vendor, "Give me a stick of cotton candy."

...

Soon, he arrived home, Morgan Ashworth looked around but didn’t see Willow Crawford and their son in the living room, he furrowed his brows.

"President." A maid came over.

Morgan Ashworth looked towards the upstairs room, "Is Madam upstairs?"

"Yes, President, Madam and the young master are playing upstairs."

Morgan Ashworth’s heart finally settled, he changed his shoes and headed upstairs.

"President." At this moment, the maid called out to Morgan Ashworth.

Morgan Ashworth stopped, "What’s wrong?"

"President, Madam asked for... contraceptive pills today."