Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1323: Willow Crawford, I Want to Date You

Chapter 1323: Chapter 1323: Willow Crawford, I Want to Date You

Of course, this is just a thought, he wouldn’t dare.

Miles Linden raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling slightly tipsy, "Are you saying this because I’ve been inappropriate with you before? I don’t remember."

He doesn’t remember?

Willow Crawford, "..."

"Willow, when did I touch you, and how did I do it? Tell me, let’s see if it rings any bells."

Willow looked at him, his slightly tipsy eyes filled with big questions, as if he really didn’t remember. That night, he did drink a lot and acted foolishly, forgetting was normal.

Forget it.

Willow stood up, "You lie down for a while, I’ll go make you a bowl of hangover soup."

"Do you know how?"

"No... but I’ve seen Mommy cook it for Daddy before, it’s simple." Willow walked out confidently.

...

In the kitchen.

Willow found two pieces of ginger. Ginger in soup can not only sober you up but also warm your stomach, perfect for him.

Willow picked up a knife and started slicing the ginger.

This was Willow’s first time cooking; her fingers were delicate, so her actions were clumsy and awkward. Soon she felt pain in her finger; she cut herself.

Her slender white index finger bled, the wound wasn’t deep, but blood started to ooze.

Willow paused; people say seeing blood is a bad omen, and lately she’s been feeling uneasy.

At this moment, a large hand reached out and grabbed her injured finger, "Willow, how can you be so clumsy, cutting yourself while slicing vegetables!"

Miles was there; he lowered his head and directly put her injured finger in his mouth.

His mouth was soft and cool, wrapping around her bloody finger, sucking forcefully.

Willow’s small face instantly flushed red, and her finger recoiled as if it was shocked, "I... I’m fine..."

"You’re bleeding, and you say you’re fine!" Miles quickly found a band-aid and carefully applied it.

"Thank you. I’ll continue making the hangover soup."

"No need, I’m sober now."

"Huh?"

"I was scared sober by you."

"...Miles, you’re saying I’m clumsy again."

"That’s what you said, I didn’t say it."

His face showed disdain, Willow stepped forward and punched him lightly with her small fist, "Miles, I find you’re really annoying!"

Miles grabbed her little fist, pulling them closer, so close their breaths intermingled, he lowered his voice and asked, "Do you like this annoying me?"

Willow’s eyelashes fluttered; she didn’t expect the atmosphere to suddenly become so intimate. Now his handsome face was so close, and his deep eyes looking at her without moving easily gave the illusion of deep affection, making people helplessly fall into it.

Willow shook her head, "I don’t like it."

"Really? Willow, if you lie, you will become ugly."

"You’ll become ugly." Willow wanted to push him away.

But Miles didn’t let go, he looked at her, the corners of his lips curled into a shallow arc, "Willow, your eyes tell me you like me, right?"

His voice was very pleasant, especially when he was gently persuading her, as if carrying an irresistible charm, Willow’s heart raced, unable to say she didn’t like him anymore.

She did like him.

She didn’t know when she started to like him, maybe it was when she first entered school and saw him among the crowd.

She didn’t know what she liked about him, but it seemed she liked everything about him.

Willow’s gaze began to dodge.

At this moment, her silence was undoubtedly an admission, she liked him, she admitted it.

Miles had always wanted to win her heart, the heart of this high and mighty little princess, which man wouldn’t want it?

He wanted it too.

Miles reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

Willow tried to push him away, "Miles, we agreed beforehand, no touching."

Miles tightened his arms, pressing her against his chest, his kiss landed on her hair, "Willow, I want a relationship with you."

He said, Willow, I want a relationship with you.

Before he always said, Willow, let’s date.

Now he says he wants to.

He wants a relationship with her.

Willow didn’t know how to respond, her small face blushing, "We are still students now, our task is to study..."

"Then from now on I’ll teach you to study," he said, his kiss landed on her white earlobe, his voice hoarse, "From now on, I’ll teach you to study while teaching you how to date, okay?"

His breath brushed against her, making Willow feel itchy and tingly, she quickly pushed him away, "It’s very late now, I’ll sleep in Celeste’s room, you’ve sobered up, get some rest early."

After saying that, Willow ran into Celeste Linden’s room, locking the door behind her.

Miles looked at the closed door, his eyes growing even darker.

...

Willow entered the room, reaching to remove her outer jacket, Celeste’s room still kept its original form, a design book lay on the desk.

Willow walked over, opened the design book, flipping through two pages, when suddenly with a "snap," the lights in the room went out, plunging into darkness.

Ah!

Willow was startled, she screamed, hurriedly running to open the room door.

The next second she crashed into a familiar embrace, warm and strong, Miles was there.

Miles held her, who was in a panic, "What happened, what’s up?"

"The lights inside suddenly went out, it’s so dark."

"I’ll go check."

Miles went in to take a look and concluded, "It seems the wiring in Sister’s room is burned out, now it’s too late, I’ll call someone to fix it tomorrow. Tonight... you can only sleep in my room."

Sleep in his room?

"I don’t..."

Willow wanted to refuse, but Miles had already domineeringly taken her small hand, leading her into his room.

"You sleep inside." Miles pointed to the inner part of the bed.

"No."

"Since you don’t want to sleep, then let’s... play some fun games!" Saying that, Miles lunged over.

Willow’s pupils shrank, and she hurriedly climbed onto the bed, sleeping inside.

Miles lay beside her and then reached out to cover her with the quilt, "Sleep, I won’t tease you anymore."

It was Willow’s first time sleeping in his bed; this was where he had grown, the quilt carrying his clean scent, she couldn’t escape his smell while breathing in and out, her eyelashes trembled lightly, she obediently shut her eyes, "Miles, good night."

"Good night." Miles also closed his eyes.

Soon Willow fell asleep, entering a sweet dream.

As her soft, long breaths came, Miles slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was clear, and even that hint of tipsiness had dispersed, leaving sheer clarity.

He turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

She slept very cautiously, deliberately maintaining distance, sleeping against the wall, far away from him.

Miles reached out and pulled her sleeping form into his embrace.