Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1267: Willow Crawford Called Out—Miles Linden!
Ethan Barnes lowered his voice and spoke close to Miles Linden’s ear.
Miles Linden’s handsome face was shadowed in the dim light, making his expression unreadable. He merely lifted his lips slightly, "Oh? That’s unfortunate, my sister has already forgotten you."
Ethan clearly didn’t believe it. He slowly smirked as if recalling something, his lowered voice tinged with a hint of frivolous ambiguity, "Your sister really forgot me? Well, I can never forget her, can never forget her... scream, the pitifully fragile voice that cried out so tragically, it was truly... exhilarating, impossible to resist."
Willow Crawford was too far away to hear what Miles Linden and Ethan Barnes were saying. Miles remained expressionless until he slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ethan.
In the next moment, a loud bang.
Miles raised his hand, landing a solid punch straight on Ethan’s face.
Ethan didn’t dodge, taking the punch full on. He staggered back and crashed into the table.
The drinks on the table spilled everywhere, and the sound of shattering glass was especially jarring.
Ah!
Someone screamed, "He hit someone! He hit someone! Run!"
The patrons in the bar were frightened, immediately standing up and rushing out.
Vivi Xavier hadn’t anticipated an incident either. She grabbed Willow’s hand, "Willow, sis, let’s go quickly!"
Vivi, the smart one, knew where the back door was, leading Willow swiftly towards it.
Willow stumbled as she caught up, glancing back as she ran...
Ethan took a punch, and his bodyguards were about to step forward when he barked, "Without my command, none of you move. You’re no match for him!"
The bodyguards quickly stood still.
Ethan reached up to casually wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before getting back up, grinning defiantly, "Kid, you better hide your sister well. Otherwise, I’ll find her soon to tell her I’ve missed her, missed her a lot, haha."
Miles’ phoenix eyes tinged with a faint red as he stepped forward, grabbing Ethan by the collar, his voice cold as a knife, with chilling words rolling from his throat, "I regret it, stabbing the wrong place years ago."
As he spoke, a flash of cold light in Miles’ hand revealed a sharp blade aiming straight for Ethan’s lower body.
Ethan only allowed himself one punch, no more. When the knife came at him, he deftly dodged, "Kid, not there, or how will I be your brother-in-law?"
Miles was engulfed in a chilling aura. As his knife passed by, it scored a bloody line across Ethan’s handsome face. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Ethan was quick as well, prepared for the fight, pulling a small military knife from his waist and plunging it into Miles’ right arm.
The clothes on both were stained red with blood again.
The rose had fled the bloody scene in terror, and the boss’s legs went weak, collapsing to the ground. They were coming again, risking their lives!
Devils!
Miles and Ethan parted, both holding bloody knives and panting. Ethan chuckled wickedly, "Kid, we’re evenly matched. You can’t kill me. If I go, you’ll go too."
Hot blood was dripping from Miles’s right arm. He closed his eyes momentarily and uttered two words, "Alright then."
The smile disappeared from Ethan’s face, turning sinister as he looked at Miles, no matter three years ago or now, this boy was never afraid of death.
But Ethan did not want to die.
He didn’t want to die while the other did not fear death. In this round, he was fated to lose again.
Three years ago, it was the boy’s knife that penetrated his body, nearly sending him to the afterlife.
Ethan braced himself, this boy hailing from poverty was truly fearsome.
At this moment, Miles walked forward step by step, exuding a dangerous aura of death.
Ethan twirled the knife in his hand, knowing someone was bound to leave here on their back.
A blood battle was imminent.
Everyone’s nerves were stretched to the limit, hardly daring to breathe.
Just then, a soft, melodious voice rang out, "Miles!"
Miles froze.
That voice...
"Willow, sis, what are you doing? Why did you run back? It’s dangerous here; we should hurry home." Vivi had been pulling Willow away, but she suddenly slipped free.
Miles slowly turned around and saw Willow.
Willow had run back, her bright eyes fixed upon his handsome face, staring intently.
Miles’ pupils contracted, not realizing she was here.
He knew he must look terrible now, still holding a bloody knife that was dripping blood.
Sure enough, Vivi saw his grim appearance and screamed, "Ah!"
Her scream brought Miles back to his senses, the bloodlust in his eyes slowly ebbing away.
Miles stepped forward, intending to walk towards Willow.
Don’t be afraid...
"Ah! Don’t come over. If you do, we’ll call the police!" Vivi swiftly shielded Willow.
Miles’ steps halted.
"Willow, sis, let’s go home now. They’re so frightening!" Vivi forcibly dragged Willow away.
Willow’s eyes turned a bit red, casting a glance at Miles before leaving with Vivi.
The figures of the two girls quickly disappeared.
Miles stood motionless for a long time.
Ethan noticed something, tossing his knife aside and approaching Miles, "Kid, is she your girl? See, she saw you with a knife killing someone, and she got scared away."
Miles gripped the knife handle tightly, his fingers curling to turn pale. Soon, with a snap, the knife fell from his palm.
...
Hospital.
By the time Miles returned, it was already night. He quietly had a nurse bandage his arm, ensuring both his sister and Zachary didn’t find out, as if nothing had happened.
Reaching the ward, he stood by his sister’s bed for a long while. His sister was already asleep, so he went out.
The hospital corridors were empty at night, utterly silent. Miles sat there alone, leaning his head against the wall, slowly closing his eyes.
After an unknown time, he opened his eyes again.
His eyes were bloodshot and weary, brimming with fatigue.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket, entering a string of numbers, one by one. He hadn’t saved this number, but it was etched into his memory.
He’d long memorized her number, Willow’s.
He didn’t dare call.
Afraid to call.
After letting her see him in such a horrifying state today, she must be terrified, must hate him, fear him.
Miles retrieved something else, earlier in the morning he’d given her a lollipop.
She had only licked it once before running off.
Miles put the lollipop into his mouth.
