Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1324: She Calls His Name in Her Sleep

Chapter 1324: Chapter 1324: She Calls His Name in Her Sleep

Willow Crawford started to toss and turn in her sleep. She reached out with her small hand and wrapped it around his strong waist, even draping her leg across him.

She nestled her head into his embrace, finding a comfortable spot, and continued to sleep.

Miles Linden smiled slightly; when she slept, she resembled a little kitten, always finding a position in his arms.

Miles looked down at her delicate, beautiful face, then reached out to gently stroke her cheek.

In her dreams, Willow flinched a little and murmured, "Miles..."

Miles.

She called his name in her dream.

"Miles, we agreed you wouldn’t touch me..." she mumbled.

Miles hesitated at her words, somewhat regretful. It seemed the passionate kiss in the alley had truly frightened her.

"Mm, I won’t touch," he replied softly.

Willow tightened her hold around his waist, showing no sign of waking.

At this moment, the phone lit up—it was a call from the Merfolk Kingdom.

Miles paused briefly, then accepted the call. An elderly voice quickly came through the line, "Miles, I heard Princess Willow is staying with you tonight. So, have you two...?"

Miles glanced at the sleeping Willow in his arms, his brow furrowing, "Are you spying on me?"

"I wouldn’t dare, Miles. I just wanted to remind you, you are Ralph Ashworth, not Miles Linden."

Miles’s birth mother was one of the princesses of the Merfolk Kingdom. She had entered the palace early and became one of Ralph Ashworth’s favored concubines, bearing Miles in the process. This was the deepest strategic move of the Merfolk Kingdom—no one noticed the existence of this princess.

In other words, Miles wasn’t only the young lord of the Merfolk Kingdom, but he was also a royal descendant, with the noble blood of the Ashworth royal family, a prince.

If Zane Crawford didn’t exist back then, it’s possible the ruler of Westria wouldn’t be Caden Crawford but Ralph Ashworth.

Miles remained silent as Willow moved in his arms, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. It was unclear if she was having a nightmare or if her surroundings were making her uneasy. Miles quickly held her shoulders, gently patting her as if soothing a sleeping baby.

"Miles, what are you doing? Are you listening to me?"

Under his comfort, Willow’s brows relaxed. Only then did Miles focus on the phone call, replying nonchalantly, "I know, but I still need some time."

"Need more time? Miles, this isn’t like you—the decisive and ruthless character you are. You’ve had enough time already. Now that Princess Willow is with you, you had opportunities to act at the cave and the hotel. Why didn’t you? Take Princess Willow, make her yours..."

Miles interrupted, "She’s still young."

"Being young is good, Miles. Think about it—the Princess of Alani, the future first queen, staying with you before adulthood, and maybe getting pregnant—once this gets out, it would create an unprecedented uproar. The Alani would be giving the Rosen royalty a green cap, and Caden Crawford would be engulfed in his sister’s scandal. Once the alliance of the three factions collapses, our opportunity arises," the voice on the other end was filled with excitement.

Miles showed no expression and didn’t respond.

"Miles, don’t feel guilty about Princess Willow. The position her brother holds rightfully belongs to you. Your lineage is purer and nobler than anyone’s. Everything we do is to reclaim what’s ours."

Miles paused for a few seconds before quietly saying, "Though Willow is with me, she hasn’t fallen for me yet. I haven’t won her heart. I still need some time."

"Miles..."

Miles hung up the phone abruptly.

Setting the phone down, Miles’s handsome eyes narrowed slightly. He had lied; he already knew Willow had feelings for him. He was aware she had fallen for him—there she was, sleeping right beside him. If he wanted, he could...make her cry.

But he dared not act.

Because he knew if he did, it would be the end between them; it would truly be over.

He didn’t want it to end; he genuinely needed a little more time.

Many years ago, when Willow was ten, he was selling himself on the street to bury his mother; it was part of a plan to orchestrate their first encounter.

Later, as her father’s car sped by, he saw her—that was the first time he laid eyes on her.

In the car, she was an otherworldly beauty, like a celestial being, pure and wondrous. Just one glance and he could never forget her.

He admitted every approach he made was with a purpose—to have her, then destroy her.

But the more he interacted with her, the less he could bear to see it through.

Experiencing desire for the first time, amid truth and falsehood, he became deeply attached to the girl beside him.

At this moment, Willow stirred in his arms. Being a restless sleeper, she clung to him even tighter, her petite form half-sprawled on top of him, somewhat...female on top, male on the bottom. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Miles felt parched—indeed, he intentionally put out the lights in his sister’s room, hoping she would sleep in his arms, but her enthusiasm was beyond his expectations and left him defenseless.

"Willow! Willow!" Miles called her twice.

Willow, prone to morning grumpiness, reached out and slapped Miles’s handsome face, "So noisy! Stop it!"

Miles, who was hit, "... "

"Willow, get off of me quickly, do you hear? Otherwise, I won’t be polite anymore!" he said hoarsely.

Naturally, the sleeping Willow couldn’t respond.

Miles quickly turned over, changing their positions, and pressed Willow beneath him.

The girl was fast asleep, completely unaware.

Miles supported himself on his arms beside her, not daring to put his full weight on her. She had taken off her coat, wearing only a pale yellow, sleeveless nightdress. The front of the nightdress was adorned with a pink, fluffy little flower, a pure maiden style, matching her tenderly sweet appearance.

Miles could sense her softness. His fingers curled slowly, gripping the bedsheet beneath her. He bent down, lowering himself.

He was above, their bodies tightly pressed together as he completely enveloped her.

It was an incredibly ambiguous position, with the male on top and the female underneath.

Miles buried his handsome face in her neck, trying to regulate his breathing, but it was futile—all he inhaled was her fragrance.

She had bathed before coming.

Then Willow moved below him, likely smothered by his weight, and pushed him with her hand.

Miles snapped awake as if drenched in a bucket of cold water. He didn’t know what he had been doing!

She was clueless, entirely unaware of his sordid, despicable thoughts. He had taken advantage of her while she slept!

In the future, she would surely despise him!

Miles quickly got up, off the bed, and headed straight to the bathroom for a cold shower.