Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1340: Hello, Mr. Lin

Willow Crawford blinked to confirm that this wasn’t a dream. Waking up to see him was wonderful.

"No, I’m still sleepy, let me sleep a bit more." Willow curled up under the blanket and closed her eyes again.

"Willow, you can’t sleep any longer, or you’ll be late for school." Miles Linden lifted the blanket, scooped her up horizontally in his arms.

Willow felt him carry her to the bathroom and put her down. She couldn’t stand, so he encircled her between the sink and his embrace, "Open your mouth."

In a daze, Willow opened her mouth, and he stuck a toothbrush with toothpaste into her small mouth, beginning to brush her teeth.

"Drink water."

"Spit it out."

His movements were gentle, not hurting her at all, and soon her teeth were brushed.

Then, Miles used a damp towel to wipe her little face. Her skin was so tender it seemed like water could be pinched out, needing no skincare products. The white and rosy tone made one want to kiss her.

"Stand still, I’ll help you with your hair."

"Okay."

Willow turned around, lifted her little hands to hug his neck, and laid her cheek against his chest, continuing to doze, "Miles, I’m standing still~"

"..." She really is a little lazy pig.

Miles picked up a brush to comb her hair. Every inch of her was delicate, like she grew up drinking flower dew from a jar of rose nectar. Even her simple, pure hair was as smooth as silk, emitting a natural fragrance.

Miles put down the brush and began kissing her hair with his thin lips.

Willow, previously drowsy, couldn’t open her eyes, but when he kissed her hair, she woke up a bit, "Miles, what are you doing?"

He especially liked kissing her—kissing her fingers, her cheeks, her hair—and he liked eating the food she had eaten...

"I’ve already helped you wash up, so naturally, the next step is... to wake you up." Miles laughed.

What did he mean?

Willow, still bewildered, found herself being scooped up by Miles again and tossed back onto the bed.

"Miles, you... mm!"

He pressed one knee on the edge of the bed, then kissed her.

...

Who knows how long it took, Willow’s little face turned as red as a cooked shrimp before Miles finally let her go. He was panting, breath rough and hot, and said hoarsely, "I can’t..."

Willow was fully awake, completely without sleepiness. Her eyes were watery, her three thousand strands of silky hair cascading over his pillowcase. The noble little princess in such an environment radiated a glow that invoked a wicked desire to destroy, "What do you mean you can’t~"

"If this continues, we’ll really be late."

"Then hurry up and let go of me."

Miles narrowed his handsome eyes, then got up, "I’m going to take a shower."

Why is he going to shower again?

Willow sat up and tugged at his sleeve, asking curiously, "Miles, how many times do you need to shower in a day? I noticed you showered several times last night."

In her innocence, she didn’t know taking cold showers was to cool down. Miles curled his lips and, with eyes dark and bright, gazed at her. "Willow, if you didn’t light a fire, I wouldn’t need to take cold showers."

Light a fire?

Willow’s gaze traveled from his body downward to his well-sculpted waist and abs. Today he was wearing black pants, and there...

Willow’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly retracted her fingers like lightning, "Then go take a shower, quickly!"

Watching her shy, dodging demeanor, Miles entered the bathroom with a smile.

...

The two ate breakfast and prepared to head out to school.

Standing by the door, Willow watched as Miles got the shoes and knelt to help her put them on.

At six feet, the boy kneeling to put shoes on her, cradling her little feet into the shoes, and expertly tying the laces made Willow’s heart feel sweet and warm.

"Miles, I can never tie shoelaces properly. Do you think I’m dumb?"

Miles ruffled her little head, "It’s okay if you can’t tie shoelaces. I’ll tie them for you every day."

"Really? You said it, no backing out."

"A promise is a promise."

At this moment, Willow suddenly remembered something, "Quinn Young was the one tutoring me in math. In the future, if you’re upset about something, just tell me directly. Don’t get mad, and don’t break up with me. I won’t contact Quinn Young anymore."

Miles raised an eyebrow, "Not contacting Quinn Young anymore, then who will tutor you in math?"

"Umm..." Willow thought for a moment, "How about finding a female teacher?"

Miles wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she really was silly; he had hinted so clearly, "Willow, isn’t there a ready-made teacher in front of you?"

Ready-made teacher?

Who?

Willow’s gaze fell on Miles, and she instantly understood, "Miles, are you going to tutor me in math?"

"Do you want me to tutor you?"

Willow nodded like a pounding garlic, "Of course I want to, just worried you might not have time."

He was much better than Quinn Young in every way, of course, she wanted that.

"I’m not offering free tutoring, I require compensation."

"What kind of compensation?"

Miles lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, "After each tutoring session, I want... a kiss."

Willow’s face flushed. Why did he love... kissing so much?

"Willow, have you decided yet?"

"Then... besides kissing, you can’t do anything else, can’t be... touchy or feely."

Miles thought, if he wanted to do something else, he would have done it long ago, "Okay."

...

Willow went to school as usual, and Miles didn’t go. Now Willow understood; high school courses were far too elementary for Miles.

After school, Willow walked out and took out her phone to send Miles a text: Hello, Mr. Linden, don’t forget your job!

With a "ding," Mr. Linden instantly replied: As long as you remember your promise, student Willow, I’m already on my way to your house!

Student Willow wanted to study wholeheartedly, but teacher Linden only wanted to date passionately. The sweetness of young love spread in her heart, and Willow grinned: Alright, see you soon.

Soon, she would see him.

Willow was eager to see him now; she missed him after just one day.

At that moment, with a "ding," a car horn sounded, and Willow stopped and turned around. Prince Rosen had arrived.

"Willow, get in the car." Prince Rosen personally opened the rear door, being just the gentleman.

Willow actually wanted to talk to Prince Rosen. In her heart, she only saw him as a brother, having no romantic feelings for him. She didn’t want Miles to misunderstand her and Prince Rosen anymore.

Willow got into the car, "Rosen, I have something to tell you."

Prince Rosen remained as genteel as ever, curling his lips, "What a coincidence, Willow, I also have something to tell you."

"Rosen, let me speak first."

"Willow, let me speak first."

"I..."

"I want to talk to you about Miles."

Willow’s heart skipped a beat—Prince Rosen actually wanted to talk about Miles.

"No, Willow, to be exact, he’s not Miles Linden, but... Morgan Ashworth."