Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1260: Her Fragrance

Soon, the taxi stopped.

Miles Linden reached out and opened the rear door, saying to her, "Get in, go home."

Willow Crawford didn’t get in the car. She looked at him seriously, "Miles, I need to talk to you. I didn’t tell anyone about you and Hannah Alden. I’m not the one who leaked it."

Did she come just for this?

Miles nodded, "I know, you wouldn’t stoop to something so petty."

He believed her?

Willow hadn’t expected the conversation to go so smoothly. He believed it wasn’t her who leaked it.

"Get in, go home." At this moment, he repeated those four words.

To Willow, those four words sounded like a dismissal. She bit her lip gently and said softly, "Miles, your sister needs more than just treatment for her leg, she needs help for her heart as well. Don’t leave her isolated, bring her out..."

"Enough!" Before Willow could finish speaking, Miles interrupted her, looking at her coldly, "My sister’s issues are none of your concern."

"Miles, don’t be like this. Your sister has trapped herself..."

"Willow." He suddenly called out her name.

Willow’s heart skipped a beat. This was... the first time he called her name. She thought he didn’t know her name, after all, he always avoided looking at her, often treating her with indifference and impatience, as if even a second longer with her was bothersome.

"What’s wrong?"

"Willow, do you think my sister is pitiful, someone like you, up on your high horse, what do you know? Pity and sympathy for others is just to satisfy your vanity, to make you feel superior. So, keep your self-righteous sympathy, we don’t need it."

After saying this, Miles turned and left.

Willow felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, chilling her to the core. Does he see her like this?

In his eyes, is she just a hypocritical person?

Her good intentions were worth nothing to him. She knew he disliked her, but she never expected it to be to such an extent. She felt as though even her breathing was wrong. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Miles, I hate you!" Willow shouted at his indifferent back.

She hated him.

She hated him so much!

Up ahead, Miles paused in his tracks, then slowly turned around.

He saw the girl’s red eyes. She glared at him angrily, refusing to back down, yet she looked hurt and sad, her red-rimmed eyes filled with moist vapors, like a stubborn little beast, particularly endearing.

Miles returned and stopped in front of her.

"Why are you back? Weren’t you so tough just now? Don’t say you’re sorry, because I won’t forgive you," Willow said angrily.

Miles pressed his thin lips briefly, then silently pushed her into the back seat and shut the car door.

"Driver, take her home." Miles paid the fare.

"Okay." The driver stepped on the gas.

"..." Willow had thought Miles came back to apologize. He didn’t know that his words were like knives that really hurt her, but surprisingly, he said nothing, just pushed her into the car. Turns out she was being sentimental.

In the end, she was the clown all along.

Through the rearview mirror, Willow looked at Miles. He hadn’t left yet, standing there looking her way. She clenched her small fists tightly, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Miles, I really hate you!

From now on, I’ll never speak to you again!

...

It wasn’t until Willow’s car disappeared from sight that Miles turned and went back.

Zachary had already exploded, "Miles, tell the truth, what’s really going on between you and Willow Crawford? Ever since the thing with Trey, I felt there’s something fishy between you two. You aren’t really together, are you?"

Miles silently cleaned up the pieces on the ground, then kicked Zachary out.

Zachary refused to leave, "Miles!"

Miles looked up, a faint curve appeared at the corner of his lips, "Weren’t you the one who said she was too high maintenance, that I couldn’t afford her?"

Zachary froze.

"So, we’re nothing." Miles said, shutting the door behind him.

With Zachary’s chatter gone, Miles headed for the kitchen, but stopped as he saw a square scarf on the floor.

On the pristine scarf was hand-embroidered the character "婳" (Hua).

This was Willow’s.

Miles bent down and picked up the scarf, holding it in the palm of his hand.

The scarf was made of satin, silky, just like her skin on her delicate wrists. Earlier, when he held her hand, it slipped right out.

Now, the small room was silent. The young man stood under the faint light, quiet, then he slowly raised his hand, his rough fingertips grazed over the character "婳", gently stroking it.

Hua.

Willow.

Miles held the scarf to his nose, taking a deep breath.

Fragrant.

So fragrant.

It’s her scent.

Every time she approached him, he could smell it, her clean, sweet body scent.

This scarf must be worn close to her, naturally carrying her scent.

Miles closed his attractive eyes, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

"Miles." Suddenly, Celeste Linden’s voice came from behind.

Miles quickly opened his eyes, stuffing the scarf into his pocket and turning around. Celeste had gotten out of bed and was now weakly leaning against the door.

Celeste could still walk, though her right leg was lame, making her walk with a limp. Initially, she tried to take a few steps, but people around laughed at her, calling her a cripple.

Gradually, Celeste stopped walking, refused to go out, rejecting all contact with the outside world, and completely shut herself off.

Every day she lived in darkness, hiding in her bed.

"Sis, why are you out of bed?" Miles quickly went over.

Celeste looked at her brother, "Miles, do you like that girl named Willow Crawford?"

Miles said nothing.

Celeste’s irises scattered a bit, "That girl is very nice, really nice. I bit her once, and she still held me. She said to me, it’s okay, everything is past now. Such a clean, lovely girl, our Miles surely likes her."

"Sis, I’ve already sent her away, she won’t be coming back." Miles said, helping Celeste back to bed. He didn’t mention Willow again, only said, "Yes, everything is past now. Sis, tomorrow we’re going to the hospital, everything’s arranged there, we’ll treat your leg first, once it’s healed, we’ll leave this place..."

"Miles, why did you send her away? Do you think... as long as she’s not in front of you, everything’s alright?" Celeste murmured.

There was no emotion in Miles’ eyes, he only lowered his eyelids, tucking Celeste in, "We’ll leave here, go abroad. Sis, I’ll be with you to start anew."