Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1268: Do You Like Her?

Sweet.

So sweet.

Miles Linden doesn’t like sweets. He leans his head back against the wall, his handsome eyelids half-closed, with his mind full of the image of her licking a lollipop. No wonder the lollipop in his mouth is so sweet.

He raises his left hand and inputs that phone number over and over again, as if it’s the only way to... relieve his longing.

...

Willow Crawford’s cold quickly improved, and on Monday, she took the bus to school with Vivi Xavier.

The luxury car parked across the street, Willow and Vivi got out, and Vivi, still shaken, cautioned, "Willow, that day Miles was so scary in the 1949 club. You must stay away from him in the future, don’t talk to him, okay? It’s my responsibility that you’re here, and I have to take care of your safety!"

Willow didn’t speak because she saw someone, Miles had arrived.

Miles was also coming to school.

Today, he wore the school uniform, a light blue shirt with a tie, but the tie wasn’t properly tied and hung lazily around his neck, with black pants below and a jacket held in his hand. Even though everyone wore the same school uniform, he was the one who stood out the most in the crowd.

Willow’s entourage was full of high-achievers; her older brother and second brother were outstanding among people, but this boy was different from everyone else. In her mind, she suddenly pictured him, years later, perhaps a decade later, in a suit and tie. As someone who wore clothes well, he might carry a bit of that elegant yet dangerous allure.

Willow saw Miles, and Miles saw her too. Their eyes met.

However, Willow quickly looked away.

"Oh my, Willow, look, Miles actually came. Oh, Willow, is Miles looking at you? Why do I feel like he’s been staring at you all along?" Vivi wondered aloud.

Willow, with her head bowed, could feel Miles’s gaze constantly resting on her. She was unsure whether his gaze was exceptionally fiery and bold, or because on that night he was holding a blood-stained knife, so cold and frightening. He always carried an atmosphere of aggression, making her want to hide.

"Vivi, you’re mistaken, I’m not familiar with him. Let’s quickly go inside, we don’t want to be late." Willow pulled Vivi into the school gate.

As Vivi walked and turned her head, she noticed Miles was still following them, "Willow, that Miles seems... to be following us... What does he want..."

Vivi was a bit frightened.

He’s been following them?

Willow had no clue what Miles wanted, perhaps... they were overthinking it. Miles was just walking the same way as them.

At this moment, a commotion rose in their ears as excited classmates exclaimed, "Look quickly, Hannah Alden is here!"

Hannah Alden has arrived.

Here it was, the three main characters of last year’s balcony scandal—Miles, Willow, Hannah—all together, and the passing students began to get excited, hoping to see a thrilling drama unfold.

Hannah... Willow had nearly forgotten about her. She was Miles’s girlfriend.

The scene she had seen on the balcony that night flashed once more in Willow’s mind: under the moonlight, Hannah clasping Miles’s neck, her delicate and well-shaped figure closely against him, intensely suggestive and intimate.

He indeed had a girlfriend.

Willow seemed to suddenly realize this.

"Willow! Willow!" Vivi’s voice called to her.

Willow quickly came to her senses, "What is it, Vivi?"

"Willow, what’s wrong with you? Why were you daydreaming for no reason? Willow, it seems like you have something on your mind lately!"

"Really? What could be on my mind?" Willow denied.

"I don’t know either, but I read a word in a book."

"What word?"

Vivi mysteriously lowered her voice, "Teenage infatuation..."

Teenage infatuation?

Those four words made Willow tremble lightly.

"Teenage infatuation is when a girl enters puberty and starts to long for marriage. They often find themselves liking a boy, going into a daze and daydreaming often. Willow, your current state fits this perfectly."

Vivi spoke carelessly, but Willow listened with intent, feeling her heart pound heavily.

"Vivi, you’re so young, stop talking nonsense, let’s hurry to class!"

"Okay, Willow, byebye." Vivi waved her little hand and ran to the middle school department.

Standing still, Willow could feel many eyes falling on her. She was already tangled up in Miles and Hannah’s matter, with plenty of speculation and rumors. She neither paid attention to these stares nor looked back at Miles and Hannah, heading straight to the classroom.

As Miles watched Willow’s figure disappear from his sight, he expressed no emotion and also followed into the classroom.

Hannah had been watching Miles, but all this time Miles hadn’t looked at her, not even in the corner of his eyes. Hannah’s hands clenched into fists beside her.

...

The day was normal, Willow attended classes diligently, while Miles still slept.

After class in the afternoon, Willow went to the restroom, and passing the corridor, she heard a familiar voice inside. It was Hannah.

Willow wasn’t fond of gossip, nor was she interested in eavesdropping on others. She wanted to leave quickly, but the voice inside was too loud, Hannah was emotionally charged, "Miles, why are you ignoring me? Why are you always so cold to me? What’s wrong with me? Tell me, I will change, I will try to become what you like!"

Willow was somewhat surprised; she perceived Hannah as an excellent and proud girl, yet she was so humble in front of Miles.

"Miles, I like you, I really like you!" Hannah intensely confessed once more.

Willow thought Hannah seemed a bit crazy. Last time, her incident with Miles on the balcony had severe consequences. Now, returning to school, she still relentlessly pursued Miles.

Willow lifted her foot, intending to leave.

But the next moment, with a creak, the corridor door suddenly swung open, and someone walked out—it was Miles.

Without preparation, Willow directly looked up, quickly meeting Miles’s icy phoenix eyes.

Miles placed one hand on the door handle, his handsome eyes slightly shifted when he saw her.

Clearly, their encounter was purely accidental.

Willow felt a bit awkward, "Sorry, I was just passing by. Go ahead."

She wanted to leave.

"Stop!" Hannah suddenly called out.

Willow turned back, only to see Hannah rushing out with red-rimmed eyes, "Miles, tell me the truth, is it because of her? Do you like her?"

Willow froze, she never expected Hannah to drag her into the dilemma, even asking if Miles liked her?

Willow looked at Miles, and Miles was looking at her, his gaze dark and bright.

Thump, thump, thump.

Willow’s heart was in disarray at this moment.

"I..." Finally, Miles spoke calmly.