Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1488: A Day’s Date

Snap.

Morgan Ashworth pulled back his fingertip, quickly closing the sketchbook. This sketchbook seemed like a terrifying beast, scorching his fingertip and burning his heart.

This feeling rapidly filled his eyes with bloodshot red. He jumped up and approached the floor-to-ceiling window.

He drew out a cigarette and began to smoke.

This night was silent and soundless.

...

Early the next morning.

Eleven knocked on the study door; Morgan Ashworth hadn’t returned to the master bedroom during this period, resting in the study instead.

A hoarse voice quickly came from inside, "Come in."

Eleven pushed the door open and immediately smelled the strong scent of smoke inside.

Morgan Ashworth was still wearing the same shirt from last night, standing alone before the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes were bloodshot, having stayed awake all night.

"Master, how come you haven’t slept again? If you continue like this, your body will be worn out."

Morgan Ashworth’s sleep quality was now very poor, and despite his body improving, he often suffered insomnia. Sometimes, he simply didn’t sleep, which made Eleven feel sorry for his master.

Morgan Ashworth showed no expression; his voice was very hoarse, "Contact the Crawford family."

What?

Eleven stiffened; this was the first time the master mentioned the Crawford family during this period, and he thought the master would never mention them again.

"Tell the Crawford family I want to see my child. Isn’t there supposed to be a prenatal checkup? I want a day to accompany the checkup."

He didn’t mention Willow’s name.

Eleven didn’t know why his master suddenly wanted to accompany the prenatal checkup, but the child in Willow’s belly was their little master. Eleven immediately nodded, "Yes."

...

The Crawford family.

Serena soon received the news that Morgan Ashworth wanted to see the child and accompany Willow to the prenatal checkup.

Morgan Ashworth didn’t know about Willow’s condition. Willow could only stay in the sterile room every day, and her prenatal checkups were handled by Serena Sterling herself, without needing to go to the hospital.

Moreover, given Willow’s current health, running outside wasn’t suitable. The air quality outside was poor, and Willow couldn’t endure any bother.

Hayden Crawford suggested, "Should we not inform Willow about this news?"

"Why not tell Willow?" Serena Sterling gave a bitter smile, "Do you think that once we tell Willow, she’ll definitely agree, right?"

Hayden Crawford reached out to embrace his wife’s shoulder, "Do you think Willow has any resistance to this young master Morgan Ashworth? None."

Serena sighed then leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder, "Precisely because of this, we as parents understand our daughter’s feelings, how can we bear to deceive her?"

Serena entered the sterile room; Willow wasn’t asleep. She was sitting there, doing needlework.

During this time, she felt bored, so she learned some needlework, making a pair of cute baby shoes for the little baby in her belly.

Though a bit rough, each stitch was her painstaking effort. Now, more than half of one was unfinished.

Willow’s blood condition had been poor, her face pale, that day she dabbed a bit of rouge for the portrait; otherwise anyone would see she was sick.

"Willow, why not sleep for a while?" Serena gently stroked her daughter’s hair.

"Mommy, I’ve been lying all day just sleeping; I don’t want to sleep now. Little Joy is being restless in my belly, so I can’t sleep." Willow placed her hand on her belly, smiling gently.

Little Joy loved to move even inside mommy’s belly, even when Serena Sterling checked; she found the little one flipping around in the amniotic fluid. When born, surely this would be a little rascal.

"Willow, there’s something I need to tell you."

"Mommy, what is it?"

"Morgan Ashworth has sent word."

What?

Willow accidentally pricked her finger with the round needle.

"Willow, are you okay? Are you hurt? Let me see."

Willow shook her head, "Mommy, I’m fine. What did you say just now? Morgan Ashworth has sent word? What did he say?"

Willow knew she had deeply hurt Morgan Ashworth’s heart this time, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been silent for five months. He loved this child very much; she knew.

He hated her.

But now he suddenly sent word.

"Yes, Willow. Morgan Ashworth had sent someone to convey the message. He wanted to see the child. To ensure the child’s safety, he also wanted a whole day to accompany you during the prenatal checkup."

He wants to see the child?

He wants a whole day?

Willow lowered her long lashes, and just then, little Joy inside her belly moved suddenly and kicked her belly.

This seemed like a telepathic response; little Joy knew his daddy was coming to see him.

Willow nodded, "Okay."

"Willow, you must be careful of your health. I’ll have Sister Zhou accompany you all the way. You must listen to Sister Zhou, understand? When the day is over, you must come back. Don’t be delayed outside." Serena worriedly instructed.

Willow nodded, "I know, Mommy. I won’t gamble with mine and the baby’s life."

...

Willow’s intention was also conveyed to Morgan Ashworth. Eleven said, "Master, the hospital has been contacted. I’ll drive over early tomorrow morning."

Morgan Ashworth lowered his head and reviewed the documents, he said indifferently, "No need, I will drive myself tomorrow."

Eleven wanted to say something, but Morgan Ashworth interrupted him, "You may leave now."

Eleven had no choice but to say, "Yes, Master."

Eleven left, Morgan Ashworth finished processing the documents at hand, then went into the bathroom for a cold shower. He lay down on the sofa.

Under the pillow, there was something hard pressed beneath it, very clearly something he looked at before sleeping.

Morgan Ashworth reached out and took that thing, it was still the sketchbook.

Among the pictures, there was a frontal photo. Willow facing the camera, holding a large red apple covering the right side of her eye, smiling brightly in the sunlight, radiating charm, her demeanor lively.

Morgan Ashworth’s finger touched her face, then slowly fell on her red lips. He rubbed back and forth with the fingertip, as if now under his finger were her warm lips.

His protruding Adam’s apple moved down and up as Morgan Ashworth closed his eyes, his right hand beneath the quilt reaching down...

...

Early the next morning, Morgan Ashworth woke up early. He chose a white shirt and black trousers, his trim waist cinched with a belt. He stood before the mirror looking at himself, a young handsome man in his prime, mesmerizingly attractive.

Morgan Ashworth grabbed the car key and directly drove the luxury car to the Crawford family’s villa.

This morning, Willow also woke up early. She took the fetal protection pills Serena Sterling gave her, then sat before the mirror applying light makeup. Her features already beautifully carved by nature, her bloodless complexion still breathtaking with slight makeup.

Sister Zhou walked in, "Princess, Young Master Ashworth’s car has arrived; shall we go out?"

Has he come?

He came.