Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1277: Miles, What’s Wrong With You?
He was threatening her, using her brother and Zachary to threaten her!
"Ethan Barnes, what do you want?"
"Celeste, what I want depends on what you want. Stop struggling, stay by my side obediently. I know you don’t care about riches and glory, but you have to ensure your family’s safety. Look, three years ago your brother Miles Linden stabbed me, and my father and grandfather wanted to quietly kill your brother in the juvenile detention center. But I didn’t agree, because I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it if your brother died. Celeste, I care for you so much, what more do you want from me?"
Celeste Linden clenched her fingers tightly. Sometimes she really thought Ethan Barnes was a devil, because he loved to toy with people’s hearts the most.
He knew her brother was her weak spot.
"Did you approach my brother?"
Ethan Barnes nodded, "It was your brother who came to me first. Three years ago, he was willing to pick up a knife for you, and now he’s still ready to risk everything. Celeste, you surely don’t want your brother to lose his life because of you, right?"
Celeste suddenly remembered her brother’s arm seemed injured a couple of days ago. At that time, her brother changed the subject, and she didn’t think much of it. Now it seemed that Miles had gone to find Ethan again for her sake.
This was the Barnes family’s domain, where they held all the power. Her brother could only risk his life against him.
It wasn’t worth it.
A pervert like Ethan Barnes wasn’t worth her brother sacrificing his life.
It was all because of her.
All because of her.
She was dragging Miles down.
If it weren’t for her, if it weren’t for this broken original family, Miles would have moved on long ago.
"Don’t touch my brother or Zachary!" Celeste Linden shouted with eyes reddened.
Ethan Barnes watched her, noticing how thin she looked in the oversized hospital gown. However, she still had fair skin and beautiful features, pure and clean. Now, she glared at him angrily, resembling a wounded little animal. To him, she seemed utterly pitiful at this moment.
"Understood." Ethan captured the back of her head and kissed her lips.
She still tasted like in his memory, sweet like a poppy, addictive at first touch.
Celeste couldn’t stand it; she pressed her small hands against his chest, trying to push him away, but she couldn’t.
She could only open her mouth and fiercely bite down on his lip.
Hiss.
Ethan winced from the pain and released her, wiping the corner of his bleeding lip with the back of his hand.
But he was used to it.
She liked to bite people.
Ethan panted, restraining the boiling heat inside, giving her an unabashed, wanton look, then gently patted her face, "Celeste, you’re still so feisty, I didn’t spend countless nights thinking of you for nothing these last three years."
Celeste wanted to cover her ears, to shut out his filthy words. She was just his pet, a tool to relieve his desires, and when he was angry, he would slap her and call her a whore. It was a hellish life.
"Get out of the car, go back and think it over, I’ll come see you again tomorrow." Ethan licked the bitten corner of his lip, the taste of blood always seemed exciting to him.
Celeste quickly opened the car door, bearing the discomfort in her right leg, limping back into the hospital.
...
Early in the morning, Zachary arrived at the hospital. He opened the ward door, and Celeste had already woken up, sitting alone by the bed.
Her pure black hair cascaded gently, and she sat silently, facing the wall, with the curtains drawn, allowing no light to enter. No one knew what she was thinking.
Celeste was beautiful, even now strikingly so, surrounded by a beauty filled with an aura of despair, like a fragile butterfly.
"Celeste, why are you up so early?" Zachary approached.
Celeste faintly curved her lips, "Zachary, you’re here early too."
Actually, Celeste hadn’t slept all night. She had been sitting there since last night.
"Celeste, I bought breakfast for you. Eat while it’s hot."
"Zachary, why hasn’t Miles come yet?"
"I don’t know either. Last night that guy Ethan called Miles, and Miles left in a hurry..." Zachary suddenly realized he had misspoken, quickly shutting his mouth, nervously looking at Celeste.
Celeste’s face was very pale, with no color in it.
"Celeste, I..."
Just then, the ward door opened, and Miles entered.
Miles immediately sensed the subtle atmosphere, frowning, and gave Zachary a sharp look, "What did you say to my sister?"
"Miles," Celeste quickly said, "Zachary didn’t say anything, we were just chatting casually."
Miles withdrew his gaze, "Sister, you have surgery in a few days, get more rest."
While speaking, Miles coughed twice.
"Miles, what’s wrong, do you have a cold?" Celeste asked with concern.
Miles was usually very healthy, being a strong and athletic young man, but last night he had soaked in cold water all night, even an iron body couldn’t bear it, he did catch a bit of a cold.
"Sister, I’m fine."
Celeste secretly clenched a fist. Although Miles hadn’t said anything, she guessed that it wasn’t anything good when Ethan contacted Miles the previous night.
Ethan would come to find her again tonight, and she didn’t want to be Ethan’s captive and plaything any longer, nor did she wish to drag Miles down anymore, so, she could only...
Thinking of this, Celeste felt instead relieved, at peace, and refreshed.
"Miles, the surgery is in a few days, in the meantime, go to school, or go out a bit." Celeste suggested.
"Oh, Miles, you haven’t been to school these days, today there’s a school trip, Willow Crawford went too, do you want to join in the fun?"
"No." Miles flatly refused.
At this moment, Zachary opened his phone, logged into their school’s forum, where photos of the trip were already posted, and handed the phone over, "Miles, look, the first photo is of Willow Crawford."
Willow Crawford was outstanding, pretty, and elegant. For events like this, they always used Willow’s photos for promotion.
Miles lifted his handsome eyelids to glance once, seeing Willow wearing a school uniform, sitting in the first row of the school bus, holding a red flag in one hand, making a ’Yay’ sign with the other, smiling brightly.
Miles couldn’t help but look at her a bit longer, then noticed the person beside Willow, it was Freddy.
Freddy was sitting next to Willow.
"Damn, Freddy isn’t even in the same grade or class as Willow, why is he sitting next to her?"
"Miles, I’ve heard that Freddy really likes Willow Crawford, and on this trip, he shamelessly tagged along to get close to her."
"It’s over, Miles, your rival has appeared, flagrantly trying to steal your girl right under your nose, are you going to do something about it?" Zachary exclaimed angrily.
