Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1489: Secretly Shedding Tears

Morgan Ashworth did not enter the Crawford family home; instead, he stood by the car waiting. Soon, the villa door opened, and Mrs. Webb assisted Willow Crawford out.

Today, Willow wore a loose light yellow maternity dress, draped with a white cardigan. Her long, black hair fell in shimmering waves, looking fresh, soft, and sweet.

She wasn’t much different from his memory. She still attracted his gaze.

Morgan’s fingers curled slightly at his side, but his face remained calm, showing no emotions, looking very indifferent.

Willow hadn’t seen him in a long time. She heard that he was better now, but she hadn’t seen him in person. Now, she saw him at first glance.

He wore her favorite white shirt, standing tall and handsome. A man in his prime, with a face as fair as jade, his aura noble yet distant. He was more handsome and charming.

Willow’s heartbeat quickened. She found it strange; she had known him for so long, yet every time she saw him, she was still moved. The nervousness, shyness, and sweetness of a first love kept rippling in her heart.

Willow walked step by step in front of him.

They were close enough to see each other clearly, and Willow looked at him and spoke first, "Are you okay? Is your health better now?"

His health was her greatest concern.

Morgan curled his thin lips slightly, "Thanks to Princess Willow, I’m fine now."

As soon as he spoke, there was a cold sting and indifferent sarcasm.

Willow’s heart trembled slightly, and her small hands unconsciously twisted the hem of her dress. She lowered her head, talking to herself in her heart, saying Willow, just forget it.

Morgan saw her silence, and his gaze grew colder. She really could face him calmly, asking if he’s okay upon meeting. What, so she wanted to be friends after the divorce?

How could she?

But he couldn’t.

Seeing her still filled his heart with dense pain and hurt.

"Master Ashworth, let’s not stand here talking. Get in the car to the hospital, the princess’s large belly must be uncomfortable," Mrs. Webb, sent by Serena Sterling, broke the stiff atmosphere and directed Morgan’s attention to the child.

Morgan’s gaze fell on Willow’s high, protruding belly. Though he had seen photos, this was his first time seeing it in person.

His son was already this big, like a little ball.

When he left, it was still just a little sprout in Willow’s belly.

This was his son.

Morgan slowly reached out, wanting to touch Willow’s belly.

Willow did not refuse; instead, she looked forward to Morgan connecting with the child, because once she leaves, the child would be with Morgan. She hoped they could build a connection.

But Morgan’s hand suddenly stopped, not moving closer.

What happened?

Does he... not want to touch his son?

At this moment, Morgan retracted his hand and softly said, "Get in the car."

Morgan moved to open the front passenger door.

But Mrs. Webb opened the rear door more swiftly, "Princess, get in, nice and slow."

Willow did not notice Morgan’s actions; she was concerned why Morgan wouldn’t touch their son. Pregnant women are sensitive, especially with her current condition. She feared Morgan’s resentment towards her might affect their son, that he wouldn’t love their son in the future.

Willow entered the back seat with Mrs. Webb, Morgan’s fingers froze in mid-air, realizing he’d presumed too much. He lightly pulled at his lips and turned to the driver’s seat to start the car.

...

The luxurious car was quiet, neither Morgan nor Willow spoke.

Morgan focused on driving, Willow watched the scenery outside the window, silence spread between them.

"Princess, are you hungry? You haven’t had breakfast yet; have a piece of small cake," Mrs. Webb offered her a piece of small cake.

Willow had a poor appetite since becoming pregnant, relying on nutrient injections for the first three months, then slowly eating a bit more, yet still very little.

Her meals were all looked after personally by Serena Sterling, and this small cake wasn’t just a sweet, but a delicacy made by Mrs. Webb with eggs, mildly sweet and delicious. Normally, Willow could eat two pieces.

But Willow shook her head, "Mrs. Webb, I don’t want to eat, my belly isn’t hungry."

"Okay, then no eating for now, let’s drink some water." Mrs. Webb handed her a cup.

Morgan looked up, gazing through the rearview mirror. Willow lay by the window, Mrs. Webb took good care of her, coaxing her with every word. The cup she held was pink strawberry, and she sipped water through a straw gently, sweetly.

Morgan recalled the past when she was newly pregnant by his side. He too used to coax and pamper her like this.

But she didn’t care.

After all, she was born a princess surrounded by people who pampered her. What did he count for?

Morgan withdrew his gaze.

Just then, a melodious ringtone rang; he got a call from Wesley Kingsley.

Morgan pressed the button to answer, "Hello, Wesley..."

He talked on the phone with Wesley Kingsley.

Willow instantly didn’t feel like drinking anymore; unable to swallow, her attention focused entirely on his call.

He was talking to Wesley Kingsley; his voice softened. Maybe Wesley asked what he was doing, and he said he was driving, on the way to the prenatal check-up, mentioned not being free today but could meet tomorrow.

He reported every detail of his movements to Wesley Kingsley, even not hiding accompanying his ex-wife for a check-up, likely planning a date with Wesley tomorrow.

Willow’s heart ached so much she nearly couldn’t breathe, like a giant hand was squeezing her heart tightly. Although her mom deliberately hid it from her, she guessed that he and Wesley Kingsley had come together, maybe getting married soon.

In the future, he and Wesley Kingsley would have babies, right?

Definitely would.

He’s healthy, could have as many children as he wanted. Wesley Kingsley, a reputable unmarried young lady, would absolutely have babies.

Then what about her baby?

Willow had never thought about these issues before; now, realizing Morgan might have children with another woman, she suddenly panicked.

Her little Joy had already lost his mommy, would he also lose daddy’s love?

That would be too pitiful.

Earlier on the lawn, he hadn’t even touched little Joy.

The more Willow thought about it, the worse she felt. Her fair eyes turned red, steaming with hot mist, and soon pearly tears fell down in clumps.

Willow reached out her small hand, wiping her tears messily.

"Princess, what’s wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing Willow’s tears, Mrs. Webb immediately grew anxious.

Up front, Morgan also saw Willow crying after hanging up the phone, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Then Willow wiped her tears and offered an excuse, "Just now, my tummy felt a bit bloated and uncomfortable, but it’s much better now."