Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1650: Have a Few More Children

Morgan Ashworth put down the documents in his hand, only to find that Willow Crawford had slipped into his bed, crawling over him, and meowed at him playfully.

She had just showered, and her tea-colored curls were tangled in the sheets against her fair skin. Even from a distance, he could smell her fragrance. This little princess, born into privilege, was like a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse, exuding an inexplicable allure.

Morgan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scolded, "What are you doing?"

"I’m playing with you~"

Morgan picked up the papers again, "I still have work to do tonight."

He’s working.

Willow’s face fell, and she reached out to pull the documents away, putting her face close to his, "President Ashworth, can you stop working? It’s time for bed."

"No, these files are urgent." He righteously refused.

Willow snatched the papers from his hand, forbidding him to read any more.

Morgan frowned, his bangs resting on his handsome eyelids, giving him an elegant look, "What exactly do you want, Willow?"

"I want... you to play with me."

"Play what?"

Willow placed his documents on the nightstand and pulled the covers over them both. Inside the cocoon of the blanket, there was only them, breathing intermingling, the outside noise muted.

Willow cupped his handsome face, leaning in to kiss his thin lips.

Being kissed, Morgan narrowed his eyes, savoring her initiative. He loved her passion and the kisses she gave him; it made him feel she loved him.

"Let’s make a baby, hubby~" She reached out to untie his pajama strings.

Morgan clasped her fragrant shoulder, holding her in his arms, "Are you sure? Are you even ready to be a mother again?"

Willow nodded, "Yes, I love kids. We can have a few more. Don’t you love daughters too?"

"What if we can’t have a daughter?"

"Then we’ll keep trying until we do."

Morgan turned over, pressing her beneath him, filling the room with intimacy.

....

When Willow got up, Morgan was already gone. She freshened up quickly and left the bedroom, where Eleven was tidying up and respectfully greeted her, "Madam."

Willow asked curiously, "Eleven, why are you packing?"

"Madam, the President is going on a business trip and won’t be back for a week."

Ah, he’s going on a trip so soon after the wedding?

Willow went downstairs to find him. She saw Morgan sitting on the living room sofa, accompanied by a female secretary.

The female secretary looked at him admiringly, "Mr. President, the temperature difference is quite large over there. I’ll pack a couple of coats for you."

Morgan was reading documents, not looking up, only giving a faint "Hmm."

"Mr. President, my father knows an old Chinese doctor who is excellent at body conditioning. I’ve packed some herbal medicine to brew for you." The secretary said.

Willow immediately recognized that this female secretary was interested in Morgan. She coughed heavily and descended the stairs.

The female secretary panicked when she saw Willow, "Ma... Madam..."

Morgan looked up from his documents, his gaze falling on Willow, "Awake? Why didn’t you sleep a bit longer?"

Willow arched her delicate eyebrows, "How can I dare to sleep? I’m afraid if I do, someone will steal my position as the President’s wife."

Morgan understood her implication. He grabbed her slender wrist and pulled, seating her directly on his lap.