Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1491: Do You Want to Touch the Baby?

Suddenly feeling weightless, Willow Crawford let out a startled cry and quickly wrapped her arms around Morgan Ashworth’s neck.

"Wow, look at her husband’s strength, truly impressive," came the envious voices from behind.

Willow felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She looked at Morgan’s handsome face so close to hers. It had been so long since she last saw him this up close—he mostly appeared in her dreams.

Noticing her gaze, Morgan looked back at her, and their eyes met.

Willow was the first to lower her head.

Morgan observed her fluttering lashes, feeling as if she weighed nothing in his arms. She was already over five months pregnant, and he frowned, "Why aren’t you eating anything?"

"I just don’t want to eat..."

"Still no appetite?" Back when she first found out she was pregnant, she had little appetite and ate very little.

Willow nodded, "Mm-hmm."

"You still need to eat more, don’t starve my son."

"..."

He made it sound like she was deliberately starving his son. She wanted to eat but couldn’t bring herself to. Willow pouted, awkwardly swinging her thin legs in the air, "Put me down, I’m not cramping anymore, I can walk on my own."

Morgan noticed her pouting, an inexplicable girlish charm about her. Honestly, he knew Willow could be a bit dramatic, but he just liked it.

He liked her coquettish behavior, her stubbornness, her girlishness, and he was willing to pamper her and humor her. He didn’t even understand why he was so utterly captivated by her, as if he had drunk her enchantment soup.

"I think these are all excuses. This ’don’t want to eat that’ and ’don’t want to eat this’ has another reason, doesn’t it?"

"What reason?"

"You’re afraid pregnancy will ruin your figure and affect your chances of finding someone else in the future."

Willow gasped in shock, staring at him incredulously. What on earth was he talking about—maintaining her figure, finding someone else?

"Morgan, how can you say such hurtful things?"

"Why, am I wrong? Otherwise, why else would you keep your figure so well? If I were any other man, I wouldn’t choose a woman like you who’s good for nothing but being pretty," he mocked.

Willow was speechless with anger, listening to the nonsense he spouted. "Morgan, I hate you."

Morgan curled his lips indifferently, unfazed by her declaration. After all, she didn’t like him anyway, so hate him if she must.

"That’s fine, do as you please," he replied nonchalantly.

Willow was truly infuriated, especially since he was actually the one who had moved on first, yet dared to attack her with such accusations. In a fit of rage, Willow opened her mouth and bit his neck.

Ouch.

Morgan winced in pain, as she bit him quite hard.

He realized she really enjoyed biting people; she had bitten him several times already.

Morgan stopped in his tracks and coldly threatened, "Willow, let go, or I’ll throw you out."

Willow quickly released her bite, feeling that he would actually throw her out if provoked.

Morgan checked his neck and saw it was bleeding slightly. His thin lips pressed into a cold arc, and he commanded, "Willow, lick the blood off my neck, quick!"

He wanted to tell her that he was no longer the old Morgan, the one who loved her humbly and devoutly. That Morgan was dead.

She could no longer throw tantrums at him. The blood she drew had to be cleaned by her now.

Willow saw his displeased expression and figured he was truly angry. He had someone new now and wouldn’t let her run wild anymore.

With a humph, she reluctantly extended her small tongue to lick the blood from his neck.

All he felt was a warm, slippery sensation touching him, gently brushing off like a small fan passing over the calm lake of his heart, creating ripples.

His tall, handsome body suddenly stiffened, feeling an inexplicable heat rise from his waist and abdomen, spreading across his whole body.

He quickly calmed his intense eyes, "Stop licking, you’re clumsy."

He voiced the command to stop.

Willow was more than willing. "Morgan, are you on your period or something, with your mood swings?"

Morgan ignored her and directly placed her on the bed in the ultrasound room.

The doctor began the examination, "Future dad, please help push mom-to-be’s skirt up; I’m starting the 4D ultrasound."

"I’ll do it myself." Willow attempted to reach for it.

But her belly was already quite big, making it difficult. Morgan had to reach over and lift her skirt.

Her beautiful legs were the first to be exposed to view. After getting pregnant, her skin became even paler and more delicate, like mutton fat jade, evoking a desire to touch.

Morgan struggled not to look or let his thoughts stray, pushing the skirt up to her belly, revealing her pointed little tummy.

Inside was the fruit of his own flesh and blood.

Morgan’s gaze softened.

"Okay, we’re starting the examination now."

"The baby seems very healthy, very active and lively, twirling around in mommy’s amniotic fluid and even blowing bubbles, so cute."

"The baby looks a lot like daddy, definitely a little handsome guy."

This was Morgan’s first time seeing his own baby so animatedly and clearly. He felt his scarred heart completely healed; this was his and Willow’s creation, and although they hadn’t ended up together, it was a different kind of fulfillment.

The 4D ultrasound ended, and the two walked out as Mrs. Webb approached, "Young Master Ashworth, the check-up is over, so I’ll take the princess back now."

So soon.

She was leaving.

Morgan glanced at her protruding belly, frowning, "We only did a 4D ultrasound, there are other tests to be done."

Mrs. Webb said, "Young Master Ashworth, the other tests aren’t necessary. The princess’s health is personally managed by my mistress, and other tests like blood analysis are taxing on the princess’s body."

Morgan fell silent for a moment, "Alright, I’ll take you back."

The three of them entered the elevator, preparing to go downstairs when a lot of people crowded in, making it cramped.

Willow, not knowing who bumped her, quickly protected her belly with her hands when a strong arm reached over, pulling her into a warm and broad embrace.

Morgan had pulled her in, maneuvering them into the corner of the elevator.

Now, no one could bump into her.

"Are you alright?" Morgan asked softly.

Willow shook her head, "I’m fine... do you... want to feel the baby?"

She was going home soon, and asked him if he wanted to feel the baby before leaving.

Morgan said nothing, just stared at her.

Willow slowly extended her two small hands, gripping his large hand, and guided it to her belly.