Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1285: I Didn’t Do Anything to You, Did I?

Chapter 1285: Chapter 1285: I Didn’t Do Anything to You, Did I?

Right now, Miles Linden is shivering with cold, and Willow Crawford knows that the best way to warm him up in this situation is with her own body heat, so she takes off her outerwear and, with her cheeks flushed, snuggles into his arms.

At this moment, Willow is completely focused, but a girl at this age knows a little about certain things. If anyone saw her and Miles in this situation, she would be utterly embarrassed.

Miles, in his sleep, quickly senses something and turns to hold Willow tightly in his arms.

Willow’s face turns so red it looks as if it could bleed. Her small hand slides down and lands on the hem of his T-shirt, slowly lifting it up.

Miles understands her intention and removes his T-shirt, revealing his youthful, lean, powerful chest.

He hugs her again.

Their bodies are pressed tightly together, with just the thin white camisole left on Willow, sticking to each other with no gap at all. His body is cold, and as it envelops hers, Willow shivers.

Miles feels the soft warmth of the young girl. Although they are sleeping in a cave, with a beauty in his arms, it feels just as if he is sleeping on a soft, warm bed.

Very soon, his icy body temperature starts to dissipate and returns to normal.

His fever has broken.

That’s a relief.

Only then does Willow relax. He had been having fevers and chills alternately for a long time, and she was also getting tired.

Willow closes her eyes.

...

Miles dreams he is with Zachary at some point in the past; one day Zachary mysteriously drags him into a room, saying, "Miles, I have something good to show you."

Zachary inserts an old CD, and soon, a couple appears on the TV screen...

At that time, Miles was in puberty; he hadn’t been exposed to such things. Still, everyone has instincts, and boys tend to mature earlier regarding such matters, so Miles immediately understands what the couple is doing.

Then the scene shifts. Miles is lying on a large bed, someone calling his name—Miles! Miles!

He opens his eyes and finds a girl sitting on him.

The girl has bright eyes and white teeth, charming and bright — who else could it be but Willow?

The forbidden scene he had seen on the old CD replays, except this time, the main characters are him and Willow...

Miles suddenly opens his eyes.

He is awake.

It’s already past five in the morning; it’s getting light outside, and except for some bird calls, the mountains are silent except for the sound of his pounding heart.

His throat feels like it’s on fire, and although he doesn’t have a mirror, he knows his eyes are bloodshot. The dream he just had was too real.

He has never had such a dream before.

He often dreams about her, but he would always watch from afar in those dreams, and it was enough just to look at her from a distance.

But this kind of dream, he had never one before.

Miles swallows, feeling both agitated and angry. He shouldn’t dream such things; she has always been an unattainable noble lady in his eyes, someone he must not desecrate.

He doesn’t know what is happening with himself; is it because she is too close, or is he growing up, with even his body becoming impatient?

Miles reaches up, wanting to shield his flushed eyes.

But in the next second, he freezes because lying in the crook of his arm is... something soft and smooth. He lowers his head to look—it’s Willow, the object of his dreams.

Now, she and he are both in disarray.

He is shirtless, and she is in a white camisole with thin straps resting on her shoulders, nestled obediently in his arms. Her long, pure black hair strands gracefully scatter over her fair skin, like a cuddly little cat.

Miles’ pupils contract and expand suddenly. He pinched himself, realizing painfully that this is not a dream.

Memories from last night resurface. He remembers falling asleep holding her, but... he didn’t undress her, right?

His hand is still resting on her waist, her warm, smooth skin almost slipping from his grasp.

Miles looks at her delicate, jade-like face, glances down at her beautiful scapula, and the gentle curve emerging from beneath her vest...

It’s too much; this scene is even more impactful than any forbidden one he has ever seen before.

Miles really never imagined that he would wake up to such a fortunate scene.

This is something he didn’t even dare to dream of.

At this moment, Willow trembles slightly and opens her sleepy eyes; she’s awake, too.

"Miles, you’re awake?" Willow asks a little confusedly, rubbing her eyes with her small fists. "Are you feeling better? Has your fever gone? Let me check."

Willow raises her small hand to feel his forehead, but it’s burning hot.

Willow is astonished; didn’t his fever break last night? Why is it getting hotter now?

"Miles, you..." Willow begins to speak but notices Miles’ gaze fixed intently on her.

Willow glances at herself; she is only wearing a white camisole.

Ah!

Willow screams and immediately pushes him away.

Now she notices he is still shirtless and lets out another scream, covering her eyes.

Miles also sits up, awkwardly averting his eyes and turning his back to her. "I didn’t see anything; I didn’t see anything at all. Hurry and put your clothes on."

The clothes were taken off by Willow herself. Last night, she was unperturbed, but caught off guard now, meeting his eyes, she wishes she could find a hole to hide in.

Willow pulls on her outerwear in a panic, "Then... then you should put on your clothes too!"

Miles listens to the sound of her hurriedly dressing behind him, clenching his fists. This is definitely the toughest test and torment for him.

Miles puts on his T-shirt and waits a moment before asking, "Are you ready? Can I turn around?"

Willow confirms her clothing is in order. "Ready."

Miles turns; the young girl curls up in the corner, her clear eyes gazing at him.

"I didn’t do anything to you last night, did I?" he asks hoarsely.

Willow shakes her head, "No, we didn’t do anything... You were freezing last night, so... so I kept you warm like that..."

So that’s how it was.

Miles pressed his lips thinly, "Then you’re not allowed to keep others warm like that in the future!"

Why did he say that?

Willow nods emphatically, "Understood."

She wouldn’t keep anyone else warm like that; it’s only because it was him that she did it.

"Just now, your forehead felt really hot. Do you have a fever again?"

Miles shakes his head, idiot, this time it’s not a fever, but she got him all worked up.

Just then, Willow inhales a sharp breath, looking at him in horror. "Miles, you... you’re bleeding from the nose!"