Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1316: Willow Crawford, I Like You

Seeing her tears, Miles stiffened.

He hadn’t imagined he would make her cry.

"Why are you crying?" Miles slowly released her, but his large hand still cradled her delicate face.

Willow wanted to push him away. How dare he ask her; doesn’t he know why she’s crying? It was her first kiss, and she never thought her first kiss would be so rough and forced.

In Willow’s beautiful eyes, crystalline tears welled up, falling incessantly as she sobbed, "Miles, I hate you!"

Watching her cry so heartbreakingly, with rosy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, her lips—kissed moments ago—still trembling slightly, Miles’ hands cradled her small, jade-like face, not daring to move. His palms were sweaty; after all, he had just been clinging to her lips, not daring to move, because it was her first kiss, and his too.

He was also inexperienced and nervous, tasting such love and desire from a girl for the first time.

Borrowing courage from alcohol at the bar, he dared to do something so reckless.

Seeing him stare at her, silent and intense, eyes tinged with red, cautiously exploring her lips, yet with a fierce impulse to kiss her again, Willow quickly spoke, "Miles, if you dare kiss me again, I absolutely won’t forgive you!"

Miles swallowed hard, his rough fingertips gently wiping the tears off her face, "You’re my girlfriend, what’s wrong with me kissing my girlfriend?"

Who is his girlfriend, he did something wrong yet acted so righteously!

"Even if I were your girlfriend, does that mean you can do such things?" Willow retorted.

Miles found it amusing, curled his thin lips and huskily said, "Otherwise, why would I want you to be my girlfriend? Isn’t that what girlfriends are for, doing these things?"

"..." Willow had received sex education but never encountered such straightforward ideas, trembling with anger, realizing he tricked her into being his girlfriend just for... this...

Willow wished to bite him; at that moment, she smelled the strong scent of alcohol on him, knowing he had drunk a lot at the bar.

"Miles, are you drunk? Let me go, I want to go home. We’ll talk when you’re sober; I don’t want to speak to a drunk!"

"I’m not drunk." Miles forcefully trapped her in his embrace, "Willow, admit it, you like me too, right?"

"I don’t!"

"You do! If it were another guy, would you go knocking on his door, caring about his sister? If it were another guy, would you comfortably undress and lie in his arms for warmth? If it were another guy, would you agree to be his girlfriend just because of an exam? Willow, you wouldn’t, it’s because it’s me, so you did those things, you like me!"

Willow wanted to cover her ears and not listen; even Vivi had said she liked Miles, making her heart incredibly chaotic.

"Willow, you brought this on yourself, you approached me willingly, you’re seducing me! You know your own allure, know no boy can resist you, yet you approached me, flirted, gave me hope!"

"Enough, Miles, stop talking! It’s not true, it’s not, I don’t want to hear it!" Willow, eyes red, glared at him. She wasn’t seducing him nor playing such flirtatious games.

How could he use those words against her?

Miles lowered his handsome eyes, realizing he’d gone too far. He reached out, forcefully pulling her into his arms, then tightening his strong arms around her.

He suddenly hugged her.

"Miles, let me go!" Willow kicked him furiously.

Miles didn’t feel pain; he buried his handsome face in her silky hair, greedily taking in her warm fragrance, "Willow, I’m sorry, I was rambling earlier, I apologize, I’m sorry."

First provoking her with words, then apologizing, he seemed very chaotic. Willow was suffocating in his embrace, "Miles, let me go first, you’re drunk..."

"Willow, it’s not you seducing me, it’s me seducing you, okay? Every time you appear, I can’t look away. I want to take the opportunity to be with you, I like hearing you say my name, like hearing you say you hate me, like it when you hit me, even more when you lie in my arms."

"Sorry, sorry, it’s me who tricked you, tricked you into being my girlfriend, because apart from tricking, I don’t know any other way, my little princess, I’ve had my eyes on you for so long, I don’t know how to win you over."

"I kissed you, and you cried, do you feel wronged? I know you’re upset, I’m not good enough for you."

"You don’t like me, right, you don’t like me, it’s me, it’s me who likes you, Willow, do you know how much I like you? Though knowing it’s impossible, I still want to have you, Willow, I like you."

He said, Willow, I like you.

That night in the classroom, he had said "I like you" in over a dozen foreign languages, but never in Chinese.

Now, tightly embracing her, his scorching temperature and chaotic breaths lingered at her ear, repeatedly telling her, Willow, I like you.

Willow’s pupils constricted sharply, growing even more anxious, unsure how to face and respond to his confession.

"Miles, let me go. I don’t want to hear this..." Willow strongly pushed him.

Now, the two bodies were tightly pressed together, and soon Willow noticed something unusual about him, as something touched her.

Willow quickly realized what it was in seconds, gasping sharply, her entire body fluttering like a frightened bird, resisting and rejecting, "Miles!"

Miles couldn’t control himself; she kept squirming in his arms. He had had a physiological reaction that day in the cave, but avoided her, not letting her see.

Now he knew she was aware, he pushed her against the wall and hoarsely said, "Don’t move!"

Willow couldn’t take it, "Miles, don’t touch me, go away!"

Miles placed his hands against the wall, retreating slightly, not touching her, afraid she would be disgusted and repulsed.

With bloodshot eyes blinking several times, he forcibly suppressed the boiling heat within, "Sorry, I’m not doing it deliberately, don’t be afraid, I won’t touch you."

"I really won’t touch you, no matter how hard it is, I’ll only trouble myself, even if it torments me to death, I wouldn’t bear to touch you."

What is he saying?

What else is he saying so boldly?

Willow didn’t want to hear, not any of it, "Miles, go away!"

She pushed him strongly, this time Miles didn’t stand firm, stepped back two steps, and with a "boom," fell to the ground directly.