Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1284: Reaching Out Her Little Hand to Embrace Him
Because she was here, he always had to follow, as just now he turned his back for a moment, and she disappeared.
Willow Crawford’s heart softened, she took the herbs, "Let’s go back to the cave."
"Okay."
...
In the cave, Miles Linden sat, and Willow Crawford chewed the herbs and applied them to the bleeding wound on his forehead, "Does it hurt?"
She asked softly.
Apart from his pale complexion, Miles Linden showed no expression. He shook his head, "It doesn’t hurt."
Willow Crawford tore her clothing into strips to bandage his forehead, her movements very gentle. How could it not hurt? But he never made a sound when in pain.
"Miles Linden, from now on, if it hurts you should say it. It’s not shameful for a man to shout when in pain. Every time my daddy feels uncomfortable, he calls out to my mommy, and then my mommy comforts him. I’ll comfort you too~" Willow Crawford blew softly on his wound.
Willow Crawford’s lashes fluttered quickly as she realized the ambiguous atmosphere. They were very, very close to each other.
She lowered her head and found Miles Linden was looking at her. Wispy bangs shaded his bright phoenix eyes; the pain had stripped away his usual sharpness, revealing a youthful and handsome face, especially as he let her fuss, emanating a subtile air of... passive modesty.
Willow Crawford’s heart skipped a beat. She was used to seeing his usual assertiveness and indifference, never seeing him like this, unexpectedly subdued, at the mercy of a girl.
Willow Crawford’s hand seemed to touch electricity, quickly pulled back, and she even stepped back a bit.
But she didn’t stand firm and fell to the ground on her backside.
Ah.
Willow Crawford cried out.
Tsk~
A low chuckle came from beside her ear, "Why are you panicking, so clumsy."
"..." Willow Crawford’s face flushed red, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, she didn’t even know why she was panicking, it felt like just now... she’d been electrified by him.
Willow Crawford realized why Hannah Alden and the others liked him so much.
"The rescue team hasn’t arrived yet, let’s rest here for a while." Willow Crawford changed the subject.
Miles Linden leaned against the wall, an air of casual slumber surrounding him, "Rescue won’t come tonight, the soonest will be in the wee hours."
Willow Crawford noticed he seemed worried, and sat beside him, "Are you worried about Sister Nian?"
The surgery is tomorrow, but Miles Linden couldn’t make it back tonight.
Miles Linden slightly closed his handsome eyes, a bad premonition loomed in his heart for unknown reasons, as if something had happened.
"The book you gave my sister last time, she really likes it. Thank you."
"No need to thank me, after all... you’ve already paid me."
Miles Linden didn’t continue the topic, "Are you sleepy? If you’re sleepy, just close your eyes and sleep."
Willow Crawford thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, in this remote wilderness, how could she sleep, but being by Miles Linden’s side, a wave of drowsiness hit her instead.
Her eyelids became too heavy to lift, and she closed her eyes.
Miles Linden felt a movement on his shoulder, the sleeping girl had rested her small head on it.
Her sweet breath fluttered against his ear, she slept peacefully by his side.
Miles Linden extended his arm, her delicate body softened into his strong arm.
Miles Linden gazed at her palm-sized face, as beautiful as a flower, appearing countless times in his dreams. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
His kiss was light, cautious, tentative, fearing she might suddenly wake up.
However, she didn’t wake.
Miles Linden felt something suppressed in his heart growing like mad vines, his thin lips slowly moved down, passing over her eyes, her cute little nose, then down toward her red lips.
She was right here, in his arms, within easy reach.
But Miles Linden stopped, not daring to go a step further.
At that moment, the person in his arms moved, and Willow Crawford was about to wake up.
Miles Linden was startled, breaking out in a cold sweat; he quickly lay down, holding Willow Crawford in his arms.
Willow Crawford opened her eyes; she really woke up. She didn’t expect to sleep so soundly, she moved, wanting to get up, but soon she realized something was wrong, she had been sleeping in Miles Linden’s arms.
She not only slept with Miles Linden, but also in Miles Linden’s arms.
Oh my!
Willow Crawford had never even held hands with a boy, much less slept together, she immediately tried to get up.
But as soon as she moved, the arm around her soft waist tightened abruptly, a low groan came from above her head, "Hiss."
Willow Crawford’s heart tightened, "Miles Linden, did I touch your wound?"
"Yes." Miles Linden nodded, even furrowing his brows to indicate he was in pain.
Willow Crawford felt so guilty; she raised her hand, trying to check his injury, "Let me see."
But Miles Linden grabbed her small hand, "Just don’t move, and I won’t feel the pain."
Willow Crawford dared not move recklessly anymore, then she noticed his scorching body temperature. It had been off since they went hiking, "Miles Linden, do you have a fever?"
Miles Linden had been feverish all day, and now his whole body was burning up. Initially, he didn’t feel it, even faking a hiss earlier, but with her so concerned, he truly felt the discomfort of the high fever.
Miles Linden looked at her, her beautiful eyes filled with nervousness and care for him, a slight smile on his lips, "I’m fine."
"I’ll go make some herbal antipyretic..."
Miles Linden held her close, "Don’t go; right now I want to sleep. If you go out and run into danger, I won’t find you. Just sleep with me for a while."
Willow Crawford obediently lay down, "Oh, then I won’t go out, you sleep."
Miles Linden closed his eyes.
The two cuddled together; Willow Crawford fell asleep again, not knowing how long had passed before she woke up.
Miles Linden’s blazing fever had subsided, but his hands and feet were cold; chills were taking over.
It was nighttime now, mountain temperatures had become very cold, Miles Linden’s sleep was restless, his lips turning pale.
"Sis... sister..." He mumbled, furrowing his brows, having some nightmare.
Willow Crawford’s heart ached; he was so young, yet everything weighed on him.
Willow Crawford touched his handsome face, "Miles Linden..."
"Cold... so cold..." He didn’t wake, only mumbled, tightening his grip to hold her warm body closer.
Willow Crawford could barely breathe from his hold, but she didn’t refuse. Instead, she reached out to hug his strong waist, trying to share her warmth.
She wanted him to warm up.
But, with little success, Miles Linden’s body grew colder.
No,
This might be dangerous if it continues.
Willow Crawford bit her lip and, enduring her shyness, unbuttoned her coat, revealing the white camisole underneath...
