Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1651: Such a Strong Scent of Jealousy

"What’s wrong? Who made you angry early in the morning?" Morgan Ashworth laughed.

Willow Crawford looked at him, snorted coquettishly, "You!"

"Me? How did I make you angry?" He pointed to the files in his hand, "Last night because you didn’t finish your work, I had to get up and finish it. Does that make you angry?"

Was he complaining about her pestering him last night?

Willow’s pretty face turned red, "Well... last night wasn’t all because of me, right? Later it was you... you took the initiative..."

Seeing Morgan and Willow flirting like this, the female secretary turned pale and sensibly walked away.

Morgan pinched her little nose, "Without you starting it, could we have had last night’s fun?"

Well, Willow felt she was at fault.

Willow glanced at the direction where the female secretary disappeared, and blinked playfully, "President Ashworth, you’re going on a business trip, right? Why didn’t you tell me in advance?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow, "Would telling you make a difference?"

"Of course! I can help you pack your clothes, bring you some herbal medicine. Isn’t that what a wife should do?"

Morgan finally realized she was jealous because of the female secretary, "Lady Ashworth, why do I smell a very sour scent?"

"What sour scent? There’s none here!" Willow sniffed hard like a puppy.

Morgan vigorously tousled her hair, "Isn’t the sourness right here? Someone’s jealousy is quite significant?"

Willow realized he was indirectly saying she was jealous, and she admitted it. She raised her hand to put her arms around his neck, "President Ashworth really knows how to enjoy life, doesn’t he? A lovely wife at home and a thoughtful, pretty secretary when out on a business trip. What, planning to keep the home fires burning while the outside world dazzles?"

Morgan immediately raised his hand and swore, "I swear, I, Morgan Ashworth, am not two-faced. If I ever have thoughts of straying, let me get hit by a car when I step out..."

Willow swiftly covered his mouth, "Phooey, phoey, phoey, don’t talk nonsense!"

Morgan asked, "Not mad anymore?"

Willow nodded, "Not mad."

Morgan came to her soft waist and pinched hard, "I can only handle you. Where would I find extra energy to deal with other women?"

Willow realized she was being petty. Having a female secretary by his side was normal, for a man like him, even if he doesn’t want them, many women would throw themselves at him, like moths to a flame.

"Then pack up quickly and set off. I won’t disturb President Ashworth’s time." Willow stood up from his embrace.

Morgan put on his coat, kissed her forehead, "Then I’m off. I’ll be on a business trip for a week, don’t miss me."

"No way, I’ll miss you every day. Goodbye, hubby." Willow saw him to the door.

Morgan got into the extended business limo and headed to the airport.

He left.

Willow went to her son’s room to play with him for a while, but even with such a short separation, she seemed to start missing Morgan.

After they got married, he really treated her well, coming home every day after work to accompany her and their son. This subtle companionship made her unused to life without him.

But men have careers, especially since he is a national president. Willow hoped she wouldn’t appear too clingy.

At that moment, a melodious ringtone sounded. She suddenly received a call. It was from Morgan.