Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1589: Chapter 1589: Willow, Is That You?

He’s really poisoned, otherwise why would he always think that Chloe White is just Willow Crawford.

Morgan Ashworth turned around and left.

Willow Crawford gave the little one a bath, then carried her to the bed. The little one sweetly said, "Kiki teacher, you should hurry and take a shower too, your clothes are wet and you’ll catch a cold."

"Okay." Willow prepared to go in for a shower, but then suddenly remembered that she hadn’t brought any pajamas. What to do?

Willow stepped out of the room and happened to run into Mrs. Webb. She shyly said in a small voice, "Mrs. Webb, my clothes are a bit wet and I didn’t bring any spare clothes. Could you lend me a pair of pajamas?"

She could wear the pajamas to sleep; by tomorrow morning, the damp clothes should be dry.

Mrs. Webb really liked Willow, as her young master liked her and so she did too. "Kiki teacher, I do have pajamas, but I’m an old lady now, my pajamas definitely won’t suit you young girls."

"It’s okay, Mrs. Webb, just lend me something for one night."

Mrs. Webb looked at Willow’s bright eyes, so beautiful and expressive as if they could speak, and immediately nodded, "Alright, I’ll go get them."

Mrs. Webb went to fetch the pajamas, but after thinking about it, she realized it wouldn’t be appropriate for Kiki teacher to wear an old lady’s pajamas. Then she suddenly had a brilliant idea.

She could lend Mr. Ashworth’s white shirt for Kiki teacher to wear.

Mrs. Webb promptly brought one of Morgan Ashworth’s white shirts to the little one’s room, "Kiki teacher, I’ll lend you a white shirt."

Willow reached out from the bathroom to take the shirt, "Thank you, Mrs. Webb."

After washing herself, Willow put on the wide white shirt, which accentuated her delicate and petite frame. She blow-dried her hair and stared at the mirror at the unfamiliar and ordinary young face, lost in thought.

Then a string of melodious phone ring tones chimed—Serena Sterling was calling.

Her mommy’s call.

Willow quickly pressed the button to connect, and Serena Sterling’s joyful and excited voice came from the other side, "Willow, is that you?"

Willow’s pale eyes grew a bit red; she nodded choked up, "Yes, mommy~"

"Willow, the moment I saw you today, I knew it was you. It’s all my fault for letting you be outside for the past two years..." Serena Sterling said in self-reproach.

Willow immediately interrupted her mommy, "Mommy, it’s okay. I’ve lived well outside these past two years, you don’t need to feel guilty."

"But in the blink of an eye, Joy has grown up, and you haven’t been able to see him grow with your own eyes these years."

This was the greatest regret.

Willow curled her lips into a smile, "Mommy, Joy is very well-behaved and well-educated. In the future, I’ll stay by his side for a lifetime to make it up to him."

"Willow, now that you know your true identity, why haven’t you restored your appearance and identity yet? Are you planning to stay there and observe President Ashworth?"

Willow didn’t answer immediately. She currently had no memories of Morgan Ashworth; she did indeed want to use Chloe’s identity to observe him, to see what kind of person she once loved.

"Willow, mommy can only give you two days to stay with President Ashworth, after which I’ll come to pick you up. I need to thoroughly examine your health, and restore your appearance and identity as Willow Crawford, understand?"