Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1338: Miles Linden, I Like You

Miles froze suddenly.

Did she know what she was doing?

Miles reached out, wanting to push her away.

"Don’t touch me!" Willow clung tightly to his neck, not letting go, her suppressed sobs carrying a hint of petulance and displeasure, "Miles, you’re hurting me!"

Being held by Willow, Miles was speechless.

Alright, his hands slowly dropped to his sides.

Willow stood on tiptoe to hug him, her tears falling onto his lapels and neck, "Miles, why... why did you break up with me? I don’t believe the heartless words you said to me, it’s not true. Just... give me a real reason now..."

"I know, are you still mad about me and Quinn? I already explained, I... have nothing to do with him..."

Miles’ heart softened utterly, the girl came to him late at night, hugging him tightly, crying on his shoulder, whispering sweet words.

He hadn’t expected her to have such a passionate side, so brave in front of the person she likes.

Miles slowly raised his hands, wanting to hug her, hold her tightly, but... he couldn’t.

Letting her go was for her own good.

He and she were destined for no ending.

"Willow, don’t do this, it’s too late, let me take you back."

Willow raised her small face, tear-filled eyes looking at him, then she made a bold move, hooking her arms around his neck and kissed him directly.

Her soft lips covered his, the taste of those strawberry lollipops he had eaten, strawberry ice cream seemed to come back instantly, and Miles’ deep pupils contracted hard.

Willow was inexperienced, quite green, last time when he had kissed her forcibly, she had kissed him like this, so she pressed hard and then left, "Miles, let’s not break up, okay?"

She said, Miles, let’s not break up, okay?

Miles’ psychological defenses crumbled instantly, how could he refuse again, he couldn’t reject anymore.

"Have I ever told you before, Miles, I... like you, like you very much."

"I’ve never liked anyone the way I like you. From the first time I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to find a chance to get close to you, to know you better. Seeing you with other girls makes me jealous and sad. When you didn’t want me, I felt like my heart was breaking."

"Miles, let’s not break up, I want to be with you, I want... to be your girlfriend."

Her words hit his heart hard, Miles knew, she was confessing to him, it was a confession of love.

She liked him, just as he liked her.

At this moment, Miles forgot everything, forgot his identity and mission, forgot the chasm between them, he had only one thought in his mind, he wanted her!

Miles reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her fiercely into his embrace.

He lowered his head and kissed her forcefully.

Willow let out an "um," her legs went weak, sliding directly to the ground, but Miles held onto her, and amidst their tangled lips and teeth, he parted her lips, invading and taking over.

She was the first girl he had kissed, he had no experience either, but he did it effortlessly because he had practiced it many times, in his dreams.

In his dreams, he kissed her just like this, fiercely.

Willow felt like she couldn’t breathe because he had taken over her breath, how could he... kiss her like this?

She thought kissing was just lips touching, but didn’t expect him to...

This is really unsanitary.

Willow is a bit of a germaphobe, but she couldn’t bring herself to hate this, she raised her small hand to try and push him, only to find she had no strength left, her body already turned to a puddle.

Miles realized she foolishly didn’t close her eyes, and didn’t know how to breathe during the kiss. If it went on like this, she’d probably suffocate.

If kissing someone to death was possible, she might be the first.

"Willow, breathe," he hoarsely instructed her.

Once freed, Willow immediately gasped for air, her small face blushing, her misty wet eyes frantically dodging, looking as delicate as a rose battered by rain.

"Miles, you... what are you doing?"

"What do you think I’m doing, hmm?"

"Are you... are we not breaking up then?"

"No, we won’t break up."

"Really?"

Miles reached out, pulling Willow in, then closed the door.

He cornered Willow between the door and his chest, his handsome figure pressing down slowly, approaching her, "Willow, will you leave me in the future?"

"Of course not, it’s you who didn’t want me," Willow furrowed her delicate brows, still very sad.

Miles looked into her eyes, deeply peering into their depths, "Willow, I let you go once, you shouldn’t have come back. Now that you have, I’m afraid I won’t be able to let go of your hand again."

Willow still couldn’t understand the deep meaning in his eyes, she just felt his eyes were like two small abysses, about to swallow her whole, "Miles, I won’t leave you!"

She said solemnly.

Miles collected his handsome gaze, then cupped her small face, "Willow, you mustn’t deceive me, I’ve liked you, liked you for such a long time."

Willow’s heart sweetened instantly, this is how it is with a girl in love, one word from her sweetheart can plunge her into hell in a second, and bring her to heaven the next.

"Miles..."

"Hush, don’t speak."

Miles kissed her.

...

At this moment, a long luxury business car quietly parked at the entrance of the alley, you couldn’t see inside from the outside, but inside, Prince Rosen was watching, he had witnessed everything between Miles and Willow, including Willow’s initiative to hug Miles and kiss him, and then being pulled inside by Miles.

"Prince, the photos are ready, this one is especially clear, Morgan Ashworth and Princess Willow... kissed..." The subordinate’s voice trailed off as Prince Rosen’s glance swept over him.

Prince Rosen was still wearing a gentle and elegant white shirt, but his face was dark and gloomy, he glanced faintly at the picture, his eyes shadowed and unclear.

In the photo, Miles and Willow were deeply entangled in their kiss.

The subordinate felt the oppressive atmosphere and was sweating coldly, he knew his prince wanted to use Princess Willow against the young master of The Merfolk Kingdom, Morgan Ashworth. Though the strategy was clever, his prince was sitting here, watching his fiancée become involved with another man.

Without sacrifice, you can’t catch the wolf, but this is his beloved girl. In the future, when they marry, Willow will be his first princess, but thinking of everything that happened today, Willow once deeply loved another boy, they confessed, hugged, kissed... Any man would have a shadow in his heart, would care.