Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1649: Sweeter Than Cotton Candy

Willow Crawford reached out to hug his firm waist, "Are you still mad?"

Morgan Ashworth shook his head, "Not mad anymore."

"Then could you not get angry in the future? Every time you unpredictably lash out at me, it scares me a lot." Willow gazed at him with bright, water-like eyes, half-pretending to be angry and half-teasing.

Morgan couldn’t resist her teasing, and his resolute heart softened. He hugged her slender waist tightly, "If you behave like this, I won’t lose my temper with you."

"Okay, then it’s settled. We’ll both try our best."

Morgan nodded, "I bought you something. Go see if you like it."

"What is it?" Willow quickly discovered a pink and white cotton candy, she jumped up joyfully, "Ah, cotton candy. Did you buy this for me, hubby?"

"Yeah, I saw it on the way and bought it," Morgan said, pretending to be indifferent.

Willow licked the cotton candy, "So sweet and delicious."

Seeing her satisfied expression, like a child, Morgan’s lips curled up slightly, "Sweet?"

Willow tore a piece of cotton candy and held it to his lips, "Try it."

Morgan opened his mouth and ate the cotton candy.

Willow wanted to pull her hand back, but Morgan gently bit her fair fingertip, licking the sweet taste off her finger.

Willow’s face turned red; why was he being so... flirtatious?

She happily took another bite and then handed the cotton candy to him, "Bite here."

Morgan held her small hand and moved the cotton candy away, kissing her red lips, "No need, I only like what’s in your mouth."

Mm.

Willow’s small hand clutched his shirt tightly.

Morgan teased with a kiss, "Why do I feel like your lips are sweeter than the cotton candy?"

Willow, "..."

That cotton candy was indeed sweet.

Just then, little Joy ran over, "Mommy, Daddy, what have you been talking about? My tummy is hungry, can we have dinner?"

Morgan looked at Willow, "You haven’t eaten yet?"

"No, we were waiting for you to come home and eat together," Willow said as she pushed him away. "I’ll go check if dinner is ready."

Willow went downstairs.

Morgan reached out to hug his son, "What did Mommy play with you today?"

Little Joy showed the figurines in his hands to Daddy, "Look, Daddy, Mommy helped me make these. This is me, this is Mommy, and this is Daddy; we’re a family of three."

Morgan looked at the small figurines representing their family, crafted by Willow, incredibly detailed. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and a tie around his neck, looking quite handsome.

Morgan gave his son a kiss; he had never felt this happy and content before.

Just then, Willow’s voice came from below, "Hubby, Joy, dinner’s ready. Come down and eat."

"Okay."

The family of three happily had dinner together. Morgan bathed his son, and when he returned to the room, he couldn’t find Willow.

He thought Willow had gone to shower, so he lifted the covers and got into bed.

That’s when he noticed something unusual, because there was someone in his bed.

The person under the covers slowly crawled up onto him and then emerged from the blankets, revealing a delicate face, "Meow~ President Ashworth, guess who I am~"