Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1281: Miles Linden, Why Are You So Bad?
"Willow, don’t pay attention to him, let’s go!" Freddy grabbed Willow Crawford and wanted to leave.
But Miles Linden stepped forward, he took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed Freddy.
Freddy turned around, "Miles... Miles, what do you want to do, are you going to hit someone?"
Everyone had heard of Miles’s reputation, a murderer from a juvenile detention center, feared by many, and Freddy was a bit apprehensive.
Miles’s expression was emotionless, his almond eyes like two dangerous cold pools. He mocked with a curl of his thin lips, "I already gave you the chance to let go, but you didn’t cherish it."
Miles exerted a slight pressure.
Crack.
A piercing pain emanated from the wrist, Freddy’s face turned white and he screamed out loud.
Miles had broken his bone.
Willow Crawford took the opportunity to pull back her small hand and quickly said, "Miles, let him go!"
Willow Crawford wasn’t worried about Freddy but was concerned about Miles. Freddy’s family background was substantial, and she knew of Miles’s impulsive actions. She was worried that Miles might accidentally injure or disable Freddy, creating endless trouble for a student like Miles.
She didn’t like seeing Miles filled with hostility.
Miles turned his head to look at Willow Crawford, "Are you protecting him?"
"I..."
Ha.
A low laugh rolled out from Miles’s throat, was he being overly sentimental, meddling in others’ business?
Perhaps they were just flirting, and he ruined it!
A shadow covered Miles’s handsome brow, he reached out and pushed Freddy.
Freddy stumbled backward several steps, barely managing to stabilize himself, looking extremely embarrassed.
In this confrontation among men, Freddy was no match for Miles; it ended before it even began.
Miles turned and walked away.
Watching the boy’s elegant figure, Willow knew she shouldn’t call him back, but her fingers curled up, and against her better judgment, she shouted, "Miles, stop right there!"
What was he laughing at just now?
What’s so funny?
Did he misunderstand something between her and Freddy?
Willow felt she had to stop him; though he was involved in early romance with Hannah Alden and her friends, he shouldn’t think she’s as sordid as he is.
This shout made Miles pause his steps, and a few seconds later, he turned back around.
Ultimately, he couldn’t leave her behind.
"Get on, I’ll carry you!" Miles said.
What did he say, he wanted to carry her?
Willow paused then quickly refused, "No!"
"Then do you believe I’ll knock out Freddy’s teeth, and don’t you dare cry and plead with me then!" Miles threatened coldly.
"..." Willow almost laughed, what does him beating up Freddy have to do with her!
"Get on!" Miles turned around and slowly bent down.
Looking at him bending down in front of her, Willow suddenly felt soft inside; she knew how proud and aloof this boy was deep down, he probably never lowered himself to anyone.
Besides, she indeed had a sprained ankle; she definitely couldn’t get down the mountain on her own, and she’d refuse if any other boy offered to carry her.
Standing aside, Freddy was extremely angry and unwilling, ready to step forward for a fight, but soon he saw Willow move, walk behind Miles, resting her small hands on his shoulders, obediently climbing onto him.
Freddy stiffened, staring blankly at the scene, Willow really allowed Miles to carry her.
Earlier, when he wanted to carry her, she was so unwilling.
Perhaps Willow herself hadn’t realized how double-standard her attitude was towards others compared to Miles.
Willow climbed up, and Miles’s strong arms reached behind, lifting her up effortlessly.
The two of them went down the mountain.
At this moment, Rachel Underwood and other classmates ran over in shock, exclaiming, "Oh my God, Miles... Miles took Willow away!"
...
Willow was lying on Miles’s back; through the thin clothing, their bodies were almost pressed together. Willow didn’t know where to put her hands, she couldn’t possibly wrap them around his neck, that was too intimate, so she only dared to hold onto the fabric on his shoulders.
Willow also discovered a fatal problem; her developing figure was quite graceful with a glowing arc in front, if she lay down, then... then it would press against his back...
The whole way Willow was extremely tense, her body rigid. She began regretting letting Miles carry her.
Then Miles slowed his pace, "Why don’t you lean down more, aren’t you afraid of falling off?"
Drifting further away from him, the intentional distance she maintained made the whole journey awkward.
Willow dared not lean down, only stiffening her neck, "Miles, are you tired from carrying me? Just say so if you can’t do it!"
Miles, provoked by being told "can’t," raised an eyebrow, "Should I test whether I can or not?"
What does he mean?
Willow didn’t understand.
Then Miles suddenly sped up, breaking into a run.
Going downhill, suddenly sprinting was dangerous. Willow shrieked, quickly closing her eyes and clutching his neck tightly, "Ah!"
Ha.
A deep, magnetic laugh from the boy reached her ears.
He was doing it on purpose.
He was mocking her.
Willow realized she was being played, biting her red lips in frustration, "Miles, why are you so mean?"
Miles meant it as a joke; she was too stiff, making it difficult to relax. Afraid she might fall, he teased her, and originally focused, until she whispered by his ear, "Miles, why are you so mean?"
The girl’s sweet voice was a mix of delicacy and mockery, whispering by his ear, breath fragrant, Miles had never encountered this. His protruding Adam’s apple rolled involuntarily.
He also noticed something unusual; now that she was lying on his back, their bodies pressed tightly together, he felt that graceful arc, currently pressing against him.
The boy’s earlobe instantly turned red.
"Between me and Freddy, who’s worse to you?" Miles’s voice was somewhat hoarse.
Willow was inexperienced in romance and didn’t understand his meaning, "Why are you so concerned about Freddy, could you have a crush on Freddy?"
Willow retorted.
"... Isn’t it you who likes Freddy?" Miles pursed his thin lips, "Willow Crawford, your taste isn’t that great!"
Heat rushed into Willow’s head, "Miles, who says I like Freddy, don’t talk nonsense!"
Hm?
Miles paused.
Willow was truly angry; she knew he misunderstood, "Miles, Freddy is just a classmate, I don’t like him, we have no relationship whatsoever. Do you think everyone is like you, into early romance? Humph, don’t try to sully my reputation!"
Miles understood; he had mistaken, she actually didn’t like Freddy.
That’s better; the graceful supreme daughter wouldn’t have such poor taste.
