Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1342: So, I No Longer Like You

Miles Linden dialed Willow Crawford’s number again, but there was still no answer.

The person he said he’d meet soon is now unreachable, Miles Linden felt a bit worried.

At this moment, a few raindrops fell on Miles Linden, the sky started to rain, it was raining.

Did Willow bring an umbrella?

Miles Linden feared she might catch a cold from getting wet, so he bought an umbrella at a convenience store by the roadside, intending to pick up Willow.

But after just a few steps, he froze, because Willow was here, right ahead.

"Willow, you went home? Why are you standing here alone?" Miles Linden ran over, grabbing her small hand, but it was so cold, icy cold without any warmth.

Willow looked at the boy in front of her, his eyes full of concern and anxiety for her, just like before, no wonder she didn’t see through his true colors.

If Prince Rosen hadn’t exposed her, she would never have thought of his real identity, nor would she know the real purpose of his approach.

She would be forever trapped in the lies he concocted for her, deceived by him.

"Willow, it’s raining, your clothes will get wet and you’ll catch a cold, let’s hurry home." Miles Linden wanted to take her home.

But Willow slowly and forcefully withdrew her small hand.

Miles Linden paused, he was a very alert person, Willow’s behavior was abnormal, he secretly observed Willow and then asked, "Willow, what’s wrong?"

Willow stood on the street, the rain from the sky getting heavier, soaking her completely, the rain dripping from her face, like her tears, "Miles Linden, don’t you have anything to say to me?"

Miles Linden’s heart sank, he already had a bad feeling, "Willow, what do you want me to say?"

"I don’t know what I want to hear, because I already don’t know which of your words are true and which are false, Morgan Ashworth!"

Willow clenched her small fist, hoarsely growling out his name, Morgan Ashworth!

Miles Linden’s clothes were also soaked, the rain blurred his vision, his greatest fear finally came, and so quickly.

Actually, he knew he couldn’t hide it because Prince Rosen would definitely reveal it.

Originally, he had already given up on her, he and she were from different worlds, but last night she came to him again, desperately tempting him, he couldn’t resist, he surrendered, he became a captive under the skirt of this little princess.

"Willow," Miles Linden raised his hand and gripped her fragrant shoulder, "let’s talk when we get back, you’ll catch a cold like this."

"Morgan Ashworth, I don’t want your false concern!" Willow reached out, pushing Miles Linden away.

She was strong, Miles Linden was pushed back a step, and Willow’s eyes were red, she gazed at him full of accusation and hatred, "Even now, are you still going to act in front of me? Everything was fake, all of it was calculated, Morgan Ashworth, were you particularly proud to play me like a fool? In your heart, am I the biggest fool in the world?"

Miles Linden’s heart ached, like being pricked by a needle, the pain spread all over him, "Willow, I..."

"Don’t call my name!" Willow interrupted him, her eyes red, "I ask you, are you Morgan Ashworth?"

"...Yes."

"Sister Indelible wasn’t your real sister at all, you knew from the start she’d leave, didn’t you?"

"...Yes."

"You targeted me when I was ten, purposely got close to me, didn’t you?"

"...Yes."

Miles Linden didn’t know how to explain, as, he couldn’t, these were all true.

Willow nodded, tears streaming down her face, she cried and laughed, her shoulders trembling in the wind and rain, it was all true, all true.

Seeing her hurt and suffering, Miles Linden felt as if a sharp knife pierced his heart, twisting and turning, making him feel heartbroken.

"Willow, I admit it’s all true, I’m sorry, really sorry, but... I like you, my feelings for you are genuine."

"Like?" Willow heard the word as if hearing the biggest joke in the world, "Morgan Ashworth likes me, ha, The Merfolk Kingdom’s heir actually likes me, you think I’m a fool, you think I’d still believe?"

Miles Linden knew there was already a rift between them, it was difficult to ever be together again, she was pure-minded, hated deception above all, and couldn’t tolerate any deceit, she’d already sentenced him.

Miles Linden’s die-cut eyes were dyed scarlet, he stared at her intently, "Willow, you promised me last night, that you wouldn’t leave me, now I ask you, are you... leaving me?"

Willow thought he was truly laughable, he was the heir of The Merfolk Kingdom, so valuable, what could she possibly offer him? She couldn’t afford him!

Alani and The Merfolk are sworn enemies.

She lost dear relatives when she was young, she couldn’t lose again.

"Morgan Ashworth, if I were you, I’d reveal my treacherous, deceitful, heartless true self now, rather than continuing to pretend to be a passionate young man, you’ve never had the slightest bit of genuine regard or love for me, I woke up from your blow, thoroughly, I won’t be fooled by you again, we’re over!"

She said we’re over!

Miles Linden’s eyes filled with terrifying red blood, he also thought about ending it, it was her who wouldn’t let go, now he’s caught up in it, how could she say leave?

"Willow, I disagree, I forbid it!" he gritted his teeth, saying one word at a time.

Willow couldn’t tell whether it was rain or tears on her face, she was tired, really very tired, her heart had been hollowed out by him, this executioner!

He got her heart and then discarded it like an old shoe, she would never forgive him!

Willow looked at Miles Linden, slowly and softly said, "I sat by the lake, thinking it was the sea, I felt the lake wind, thinking it was the sea breeze, I liked you, thinking you liked me too, but it turns out the lake is the lake, the sea is the sea, you are you, I am me."

"I once liked a boy named Miles Linden, but Miles Linden is dead now, standing before me is Morgan Ashworth, I don’t know Morgan Ashworth, nor do I like Morgan Ashworth, so I no longer like you."

After saying this, Willow turned and left.

Miles Linden stood where he was, watching the girl’s silhouette gradually recede, he wanted to chase after her, but his feet felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, he couldn’t move.

Actually, he also thought about it, she liked Miles Linden, but not Morgan Ashworth.

At this moment, a stretch business limousine stopped, Prince Rosen walked over, holding a black umbrella, sheltering it over Willow’s head.

Prince Rosen reached out, gently hugging Willow’s shoulder.