Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1282: I Don’t Have a Girlfriend

Miles Linden’s heart, tangled for a long time, suddenly felt relieved, and a gentle joy and softness surfaced in his handsome brows and eyes.

He continued carrying her down the mountain.

"Willow Crawford, what kind of boys do you like?" Miles asked softly.

His voice was too low for Willow to hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Miles wanted to know what kind of boys she liked so that he could try to become the kind of person she’d like. Would she consider starting to like him then?

But Miles fell silent, saying nothing.

She was born high above, while he had nothing. Moreover, both of them were still young and she hadn’t fully grown up yet.

His sudden silence made Willow think he was truly strange. Just now, what did he say? He didn’t explain.

At this moment, Willow looked up and saw someone in front.

It was... Hannah Alden.

Hannah came, now staring at her and Miles with jealousy.

"Miles, someone’s come to see you!" Willow’s words carried a hint of jealousy.

Miles looked up and saw Hannah, but with just one glance, he redirected his gaze, treating Hannah as if she were air.

He carried Willow and brushed past Hannah.

Hannah’s eyes were almost spitting fire, and she shouted, "Miles!"

Miles didn’t stop walking and simply left.

Willow could sense that in the relationship between Miles and Hannah, Miles was the dominant one while Hannah was the humble one. Just last night at the 1949club, they were all lovey-dovey, and now meeting each other, they were indifferent to the point of not even greeting each other.

"Miles, stop." Willow opened her mouth.

"Hm?" Miles hummed faintly but didn’t stop walking.

Willow tugged at his clothes, wrinkling them, "Put me down. Your girlfriend is here, she’s already angry with you carrying me. I’ll walk down on my own, you should go placate her."

Girlfriend?

Miles curved his thin lips into a shallow arc, "Willow, why are you being so saintly, pushing someone you don’t like to others?"

Willow furrowed her brows, "Why do you speak so sarcastically? Isn’t Hannah your girlfriend?"

"No," Miles said simply.

What?

The belief that Hannah was Miles’s girlfriend was already ingrained. Therefore, Miles’s "no" shocked Willow, "How can that be? Aren’t you dating Hannah?"

"Who told you we were dating?"

"Hannah herself. She told me she said... you two have already... been intimate."

Miles’s steps slowly came to a halt.

Hannah, with red eyes, watched Miles carrying Willow away. She felt heartbroken and was about to turn away when suddenly, Miles’s voice came from the front, "Hannah."

Hannah’s heart skipped a beat; Miles had stopped and was looking at her.

He had called her to a halt.

Hannah was overjoyed; she thought her persistence had moved Miles, that he had discovered her worth.

Hannah quickly ran over, first glaring at Willow with a smug look—that meant get down quickly—and then she sweetly looked at Miles, "Miles, you called me?"

Miles’s expression was indifferent, "Are you my girlfriend?"

Hannah froze immediately.

"Have we even been intimate? When? How come I’m not aware?"

Hannah felt like a cold bucket of water was poured over her, chilling her to the core. She knew it was over, her lies had been exposed.

"Delusions are also an illness. It’s recommended you get timely treatment. Also, stop playing tricks behind my back, or you will cry." After speaking, Miles turned with Willow on his back and left.

Hannah had truly witnessed Miles’s danger and callousness. Her eyes reddened, and she cried right there.

...

Willow turned and glanced at Hannah, who was heartbroken and crying, "Are you really not... in that kind of relationship with Hannah? But I saw you together on the school balcony that day..."

"If I say we did nothing, I was about to push her away when you arrived, would you believe me?"

"But... didn’t you choose Hannah last night? Ethan even said he got a hotel room for you two..."

"Just because he got a room, I have to go? If I didn’t choose Hannah and chose you instead, would you agree?" The scattered bangs covered Miles’s eyes as he spoke softly, "I know you want to go home."

His little princess wanted to go home, what could he do but escort her back.

Willow understood she had misunderstood him, completely misunderstood!

He wasn’t dating Hannah, nor had they been intimate!

I know you want to go home...

This sentence made Willow’s heart melt, an absolute mess. She constantly tried to calm the lake of her heart, but his words were like a feather gently gliding across its surface, creating ripples.

This feeling was uncontrollable, surging, and overwhelming.

Willow didn’t know what to say now. Her body, like her heart, softened, and she wrapped her small hands around his neck, resting her little face on his shoulder, quietly curling her lips into a smile.

But soon, she noticed something unusual about him, "Miles, why are you so warm? Are you not feeling well?"

Miles appeared unaffected on the surface, "I’m fine."

"Let me feel." Willow raised her hand to touch his forehead.

Just then, a scream pierced the air, "Ah! Someone come quickly, Hannah fell down!"

Willow was startled, "Miles, stop, Hannah seems to have an accident!"

"What’s it got to do with us?" Miles replied indifferently.

... Although Hannah was indeed not likable, she was still a life, and she was connected to Miles, Willow feared something serious might have happened, "Miles, put me down; I want to go over and see!"

Miles heard the urgency in her voice; he cared nothing for Hannah but couldn’t ignore her.

Miles turned back with Willow on his back and then put her down.

"Willow, it was here, I seemed to have seen Hannah fall just now."

Willow glanced down, the abyss below was deep and very dangerous.

How did Hannah possibly fall down?

Willow was very puzzled when suddenly a hand stretched from behind her and pushed her hard.

The accident happened too quickly to anticipate, Willow was caught off guard, and her delicate body instantly toppled down.

Ah!

Someone was screaming.

Willow turned to look; amid the crowd, she saw a familiar face—it was Hannah.

Hannah hadn’t fallen; she had been lurking among the crowd, maliciously shoving her.

Miles waited with his back turned for Willow, and when screams reached his ears, he quickly turned around, only to see Willow falling down...