Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1269: I’m Miles Linden’s Girl Now!

But before Miles could say anything, Willow Crawford turned and left.

Miles pursed his thin lips and followed her.

Hannah Alden was left standing there alone, paralyzed. A woman’s sixth sense is so accurate, she was sure that Miles had fallen for Willow because his eyes were full of her reflection.

Damn it!

...

After school, Willow was waiting for Vivi Xavier, when someone approached—it was Hannah Alden.

"Willow Crawford, do you have a moment? Let’s talk," Hannah said, looking at Willow with overwhelming hostility and provocation.

Willow not only took her school belle title but also the boy she liked, and Hannah would remember this grudge in her heart.

Willow didn’t want to chat with Hannah and declined, "I’m waiting for someone, it’s not convenient to talk."

"Willow Crawford, are you afraid?"

"Afraid? Afraid of what?"

Hannah snorted coldly, "You should know about my relationship with Miles. He’s my boyfriend, but the moment you showed up, you took him away. A homewrecker like you—a fox spirit who loves tempting others’ boyfriends—shouldn’t you be afraid?"

Hannah’s aggressive words made Willow furrow her delicate eyebrows, "I didn’t do any of what you mentioned, and if you lost your boyfriend, is the best you can do is come to me to feel better about yourself as a loser? If I were you, I’d rather spend time on Miles or reflect on myself."

"You!" Hannah was stunned to discover Willow had such a sharp tongue.

"I have things to do, I’m leaving." Willow didn’t look at her again and lifted her foot to go.

"Willow!" Hannah quickly changed her tone from overbearing to pitiable, grabbing Willow with tears welling up in her eyes, "Willow, I was wrong earlier, I shouldn’t have been so mean to you. I beg you, please, don’t compete with me for Miles. I really like him, I can’t do without him."

Willow thought Hannah changed her face faster than flipping pages, and she yanked back her sleeve forcefully, "Hannah, I’ll say it again. There is nothing between Miles and me; whatever’s between you two is none of my business, nor am I interested."

Finishing her words, Willow left.

"Willow!" Hannah called from behind, "I... I belong to Miles now!"

What?

This sentence exploded in Willow’s ears; what was Hannah saying? That she belongs to Miles now?

They’re still students; dating and having a relationship are two entirely different matters.

Willow was stunned.

"Willow, you saw it that night too. I couldn’t help it with Miles; we’ve already reached that point. I’m his woman now!"

"Girls’ reputations are important. He’s my first man; I want to be with Miles sincerely, but now he’s indifferent to me. The passion of love is slowly fading, and he seems to be attracted to you again. I get it—you must be fresher than me, so please stay away from Miles. I can’t lose him," Hannah pleaded colorfully.

Willow was already in disorder, this bombshell news from Hannah was astonishing.

Moreover, Hannah was hinting that Miles was a playboy. Being with her for so long, he’d lost interest and was now drawn to the new excitement she offered, but he only meant to play, moving on once bored.

Willow said nothing and quickly left.

...

Willow and Vivi returned home. While peeling an apple in the kitchen, Willow lost her grip, and the sharp blade sliced into her finger.

Blood oozed out.

"Oh no, Willow, you’re hurt!" Vivi frantically pressed against Willow’s wound, hastily wrapping it.

"Vivi, it’s nothing."

"Nothing? With such a big cut! Willow, what’s wrong with you lately? So absent-minded!"

Willow’s lashes trembled, "Maybe it’s the stress from studying."

Not likely!

Vivi didn’t believe that excuse—if you’re going to lie, at least have a better reason. Willow’s grades were excellent.

"Vivi, I’m going upstairs."

Willow went upstairs to her room; the design book by Master Coco lay neatly on her desk, ready to be given to Celeste Linden.

These days, she’s been absent-minded and lost, Vivi noticed. Willow actually knew—she just didn’t want to admit it—to admit it was because of... Miles.

That boy, Miles, only because she glanced at him once in a crowd.

She couldn’t continue like this; Willow knew she couldn’t let herself go on like this.

However, she definitely needed to give this design book to Celeste Linden.

Willow took the design book and headed to the hospital.

...

In the hospital.

Willow found out which room Celeste was in; she knocked, but there was no response inside.

She opened the door and went in. The room was dim, and Celeste lay on the bed, asleep.

Celeste looked the same as before, pale and caught in a nightmare, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Willow didn’t wake her; she gently placed the design book under Celeste’s pillow and left.

Willow left.

Meanwhile, Miles had just come out of the doctor’s office with all the preoperative test reports for Celeste, everything was normal, and the surgery could be done.

Zachary spoke softly, "Miles, hurry with the surgery. Ethan, that little devil, is back and he’s been looking for Celeste. He’s her nightmare. Once the surgery succeeds, we can take her abroad to start anew."

That day Miles went to the 1949 club intending to deal with Ethan. He was in a murderous rage; nobody expected Willow to show up. Just her calling his name, "Miles," disarmed him.

He never feared death.

But at that moment, he didn’t want to die.

Ethan was like a time bomb; Celeste couldn’t handle any kind of shock right now, so the plan to go abroad had to be advanced.

Miles didn’t say a word.

"Miles, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t you want to go abroad? Don’t you want to leave?" Zachary asked.

Without waiting for Miles’s answer, Zachary noticed Miles had suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Following Miles’s gaze, Zachary saw Willow.

Willow had just come out of Celeste’s room and was now heading for the elevator.

"Miles, what’s that school belle doing here in the hospital? Visiting Celeste?" Zachary asked curiously.

Miles’s handsome face showed no expression as he moved forward with long strides.