Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1602: Chapter 1602: President Shangguan Refused at the Door

What?

Willow Crawford looked at the little boy in surprise, not knowing what he was talking about.

The little boy said earnestly, "Mommy, you might see some bad news about Daddy, but those are all false. Please, you must believe Daddy. He has nothing to do with those other women. Daddy only loves you."

Willow Crawford, "..."

If Willow hadn’t been Chloe White, she almost would have believed the little boy’s acting.

But she had once been Chloe White, and she hadn’t forgotten how the little boy complained about Daddy going out to pick up girls and not having time for him.

What could Willow say now? Nothing. She smiled and reached out to pat the little boy’s head, "Alright, Mommy understands."

The little boy threw himself into her arms, "Great, now I finally have both Daddy and Mommy. I feel like the happiest person in the world."

Willow sighed in her heart. Adult matters aren’t that simple, but she couldn’t bear to shatter the little boy’s dream.

The little boy had waited and hoped for so long just to have a complete family.

If he found out that he got a mommy but lost his daddy, how disappointed he would be.

Willow didn’t want to hurt her son’s heart.

"Joy, let’s have dinner, and afterwards, Mommy will tell you a story."

"Okay."

Mother and son happily continued.

On the other side, Morgan Ashworth boarded the plane as quickly as possible, and by evening, he had reached Willow’s villa.

The luxury car stopped on the lawn outside, and Morgan stood outside looking at the villa before him, still feeling waves of shock and disbelief. He couldn’t believe she had returned; it all felt like a dream.

Morgan approached the villa, and Eleven raised a hand to press the doorbell.

Soon, the villa door opened, and the maid looked at the unfamiliar Morgan and Eleven, "May I ask who you’re looking for?"

Eleven, "We’re here to see Princess Willow Crawford."

"Do you have an appointment?"

What?

Appointment?

"Our princess just returned, and many people want to visit her. You must have an appointment to see her."

Morgan, "..."

Eleven immediately revealed Morgan’s noble identity, "Others might need an appointment to see your princess, but do you know who this is? This is President Ashworth."

The maid looked at Morgan’s face, "Hello, President Ashworth."

Morgan lifted his chin proudly, impatient, "Can we go in now?"

"I’m sorry, President Ashworth, you cannot." The maid refused again.

Eleven, "..."

"Our princess isn’t someone you can see just because you want to, whether you’re President Ashworth or President Bailey. Everyone must make an appointment."

"Besides, our princess is of high status. She has met plenty of nobles and even national presidents. Her own brother is also a president, so presidents are quite ordinary to us."

The maître d’ and tone of even a maid were so high, Morgan’s handsome face turned cold.

But the maid wasn’t showing off. Just the fact that a maid could face a national president with such composure showed the high status of Willow Crawford and the distinguished legacy of the Crawford family.

Suddenly, the grandeur of Princess Willow Crawford was evident.

Morgan, standing outside the gate, "..."