novelraw Chapter 1337: She Hugged Him Tightly
Chapter 1337: She Hugged Him Tightly
The subordinate paused, then quickly understood.
It’s said that Prince Rosen is the most outstanding and exceptional prince in recent years; his thoughts are so deep that no one can fathom them. This statement is indeed true.
"Prince, you are amazing." The subordinate’s eyes lit up.
Prince Rosen glanced at the joyful eyes of his subordinate, "Do you think I gained something? Yes, I did. But while gaining, I also lost something."
"Prince, what have you lost? I’ll help you retrieve it."
The subordinate said.
What did he lose?
Prince Rosen recalled the scene he saw earlier in the hospital: Willow Crawford crying like a child for Morgan Ashworth.
He lost... Willow Crawford!
However, Prince Rosen chuckled, "No need for your help; I will find what I’ve lost myself."
...
Willow Crawford followed Vivi Xavier home. She shut herself away in her room, neither eating, drinking, nor sleeping, just crying.
Willow knew she was heartbroken, even though she never officially agreed to date Miles Linden, she had already agreed in her heart. Now Miles Linden said they should break up, directly throwing her aside.
The feeling of heartbreak turned out to be so painful, like all girls, Willow couldn’t pull herself out of it for the moment.
After crying for who knows how long, Willow took out her phone and found Miles Linden’s number.
Her teeth bit into her red lips until a blood line appeared, then she dialed his number.
Why should it end just because he said so?
Why should she stop calling him because he asked her not to?
She wouldn’t listen!
She wouldn’t be so obedient!
She was going to call him; she was going to harass him!
The melodious ringtone quickly started, but no one picked up.
Willow dialed a second, third time...
If he didn’t answer, she would keep calling.
After who knows how long, and who knows how many calls, the phone suddenly got answered; Miles Linden’s low, magnetic voice came through, "Hello."
He answered!
Willow’s eyes lit up instantly; he finally answered the phone. She thought he would ignore her forever!
But when his familiar voice reached her ears, a layer of wet mist covered Willow’s swollen eyes again, and tears started falling.
She cried again.
At that moment, Miles Linden was holding the phone, standing by the window. He heard it, the girl’s voice right next to his ear, softly sobbing, crying so sorrowfully.
She was crying.
Miles felt ripples in his heart; her crying made him feel pain and tenderness as if his heart was about to melt.
But he steeled himself and said coldly, "If there’s nothing more, I’ll hang up first."
He was about to hang up directly.
"Miles Linden!" Willow called his name urgently through her tears, "Miles Linden, I hate you; you’re such a big bully!"
She was cursing him.
The girl’s soft and delicate voice didn’t sound like cursing at all, and she didn’t really know how to curse, only calling him a bully.
Miles smirked, his eyes softening; he knew he had to hang up because... he was barely resisting, barely resisting her allure.
He had used all his strength to push her away.
Miles hung up the phone directly.
Soon, the busy tone "beep beep" reached Willow, and she froze, unable to believe he just hung up on her like that.
This jerk!
...
After Miles hung up, a man in black appeared and respectfully said, "Young Master, here are the newspapers from the past few days; Prince Rosen and Princess Willow Crawford were photographed. This prince-princess romance is gaining attention, further enhancing Prince Rosen’s prestige among the people, solidifying the alliance of the three parties."
Miles Linden took the newspapers and glanced at them; the photograph showed Prince Rosen and Willow Crawford walking together, looking perfectly matched and beautiful.
"Young Master, I think this is a great opportunity for action. If we reveal a scandalous photo of Princess Willow at this moment, then..."
Miles Linden had photos of Willow Crawford on his phone, with her lying in his embrace, shoulder partially exposed. If released, they’d definitely be scandalous, causing quite a stir.
But, although he had looked at the photos countless times, he had no intention of exposing them.
Such photos of her were for his eyes only.
"Enough!" Miles interrupted the subordinate in black. "I’ve already said, abandon the line with Willow Crawford, don’t target her anymore, understand?"
Miles cast a severe and chilling gaze over, making the subordinate shiver, quickly responding, "Yes, Young Master."
"By the way, Young Master, when are we leaving?" the subordinate asked.
Miles pursed his thin lips; last time he was delayed from leaving because of Willow. It’s time for him to leave.
Just then, a "knock knock knock" sounded at the door; someone was knocking.
Who?
At this late hour, who is knocking?
Miles glanced cautiously at the black-clad subordinate, who nodded and quickly disappeared. Miles went to open the door.
Outside, stood a petite and charming figure—it was... Willow Crawford!
Miles was completely unprepared for Willow to show up; at such a late hour, she came over by herself.
"Why are you here? Did you come alone at such a late hour?" Miles’ expression sank, and his voice grew displeased. She was becoming more and more daring; did she not realize how dangerous it was for her to come out alone at night, how unnoticed she was with her beauty?
Her perception of his worry was all anger and impatience; she felt she was bothering him by coming to find him.
"Miles Linden, you’re a jerk!" Willow clenched her fist and hammered his body fiercely, and because she was not satisfied, she kicked him twice.
Miles didn’t budge; he had already said her hitting him was like scratching an itch.
"Miles Linden, what’s so great about you? Why do you treat me like this? Who allowed you to bully me? Even if it’s a breakup, I should be the one breaking up with you!"
Willow’s eyes were red, her nostrils pink, her pure black hair scattered, a few strands messily entwined on her face; she cursed him, punching and kicking, looking like a spoiled little troublemaker.
This was probably the first time Willow behaved so outrageously.
Miles didn’t feel pain; he was afraid she would hurt herself, so he reached out and grasped her delicate wrist, sternly scolding, "Enough of this tantrum?"
Willow raised her little face to look at him, clearly her eyes were brimming with tears, but she defiantly glared at him like a pitiful little creature, melting his heart.
"Miles Linden, you’re hurting me," she whimpered.
Miles, "..."
He released her hand.
In the next second, Willow’s soft body pounced over, she lifted her small hands and fiercely hugged his neck, tightly holding onto him.