Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1339: Please Spare Me, Princess Willow

"Prince, Princess Willow Crawford has already gone in with Morgan Ashworth. If Morgan Ashworth does something now, I reckon Princess Willow Crawford wouldn’t resist. She’s our first princess consort now, we absolutely cannot let her honor be besmirched. Should we think of a way to bring her out..." The subordinate dared not continue.

Prince Rosen looked at the tightly closed door, the dark and damp alleyway, a rundown shack, never expecting the dignified royalty to lose their heart inside.

Prince Rosen faintly withdrew his gaze, "Morgan Ashworth won’t truly do anything to Willow. I can tell, he really likes Willow."

Because of liking, he’s reluctant to touch, Willow Crawford isn’t of age yet.

"Yes."

"Let them stay another night, let’s go," Prince Rosen said.

The driver stepped on the gas, and the luxury car quickly disappeared into the night.

...

Willow Crawford didn’t know how long he had been kissing, her lips and tongue were starting to feel numb, almost losing sensation.

Miles Linden hugged her soft waist, kissing her while pushing her into the room, and the two of them landed on the bed together.

This was Miles Linden’s bed, it wasn’t Willow Crawford’s first time sleeping here, but now Miles was pressed against her, making her a bit nervous.

Willow Crawford opened her eyes to look at him, his handsome eyes, focused and absorbed, making her cheeks blush.

At this moment, Miles Linden felt her stiffness, he opened his eyes, the corners filled with crimson desire, "Willow, what’s wrong?"

Willow Crawford reached out her small hand to press against his chest, pushing him away, "Miles, don’t press on me... You’re so heavy, I can’t breathe..."

She was really tender all over, and young, not understanding much, Miles supported himself on the bed, lifting his body, trying not to press on her.

"Miles, you..."

Willow wanted to speak, but her voice was blocked as he kissed her again.

This time Willow began to struggle, not cooperating.

Miles Linden had to release her once more, he looked down at her, his gaze dark and husky, "What’s wrong now?"

"Miles, my mouth is numb~"

Miles looked at her red lips, swollen from his kisses, yet he wasn’t satisfied.

Seeing he had no intention of stopping, and still gazing at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole, Willow shyly whispered, "Miles, why do you like... kissing so much~"

"Don’t you like it? Don’t you like me kissing you?" Miles replied.

This...

Willow wished she could find a hole to hide in, how could she answer that, she couldn’t outright say she liked it.

She seemed to be playing hard to get, Miles wanted to take the next step, but held back, she’s still young, he’s reluctant.

Liking is like this, it makes people cautious, becomes a weakness.

"Then I’ll go take a shower." Miles got up and went to the bathroom.

Soon the sound of water flowing filled the room, Willow didn’t plan to leave, she crawled into Miles’s bed and closed her eyes.

The pillow, the blanket, all carried his clean, youthful scent, somehow, it made Willow feel at ease.

By his side, she always felt an unprecedented sense of safety.

Willow slept in a daze, Miles came out after his shower, and lay down next to her.

Willow felt his strong arms reaching over, holding her close, then his gentle kiss landed on her forehead, "Sleepy little piggy, tired?"

He spoke to her in a low, raspy voice.

Willow nodded, "Mm, so tired... I haven’t been able to sleep for days."

"Why?"

Willow punched him playfully, "You tell me! It’s because you wanted to break up with me, I cried and cried, couldn’t sleep, Miles, you’re so cruel, you still haven’t told me why you threw such a fit, why you wanted to break up!"

She just thought he was making a fuss, causing a breakup out of nowhere.

Miles Linden hugged her with one hand, resting his other arm behind his head, he sighed, ultimately he conceded, surrendering to her, fearing their future won’t be easy.

But, as long as she still wants him, as long as she doesn’t abandon him, he’ll plan a future for them.

"Because... Prince Rosen..."

Willow opened her eyes, "Because of Rosen?"

"Yeah, don’t you have an engagement with Rosen, isn’t it said you’ll be his first princess consort?"

So that’s why.

Willow relaxed, she reached up and pinched Miles’s handsome face, "The engagement is just a rumor, I’m not engaged to Rosen, how could there be an engagement, and my dad, mom, and brothers never told me I have to marry Rosen."

She was truly raised with love and care, being the Princess of Alani, yet her close relatives gave her the greatest and most extravagant freedom.

She could live freely.

She could love and marry freely.

She was truly God’s favored child.

Miles Linden held her delicate, boneless hand, "Willow Crawford, I don’t like you being with Rosen."

"So petty, Miles, you’re a jealous person after all!" Willow flipped over, sitting on his waist, playfully reaching out her little hand and pouncing at him, "Let me see just how sour this pot of jealousy really is!"

Her little hands scratching at him.

Miles curled his thin lips, eyes tinged with mischievous joy, he laughed and pleaded, "Alright, alright, I’m a jealous pot, please forgive me, Princess Willow."

No way!

Thinking of her sadness and tears over the past few days, Willow felt she couldn’t let him off easily, her little hands scratched along his body, accidentally brushing over a certain area...

Miles let out a husky growl, clutched her slender wrist, his eyes red with restraint, "Willow, you’re getting out of control!"

"..." Willow’s face turned beet red, she didn’t mean it, truly didn’t mean it.

Willow quickly shook off his hand, rolled off him like a little ball to the side, pulled the blanket over herself.

She was playing dead.

Miles was both angry and amused, this mischievous child just hid away, leaving him hanging here.

Every time sleeping next to her was a challenge, the cold shower he took earlier was wasted, he needed to take another.

Miles wondered if this continued, his body would be really exhausted.

...

Willow slept until dawn, still wanting to sleep, but felt a tickle on her nose, someone was calling her, "Willow, time to get up."

Willow opened her drowsy eyes, Miles’s handsome face broke into her view.

He was sitting by her bedside, the golden light from outside gilded him, he affectionately pinched her little nose, calling for her to wake.