Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1297: Miles Linden, Let’s Date!

The driver’s face turned pale with fright, and his hand holding the phone suddenly stopped.

Celeste Linden continued, "If you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything, no one will know. Get in the car."

The driver found this quite reasonable, and he quickly opened the rear door. Celeste Linden got in.

The driver handed over birth control pills and a bottle of mineral water, "Miss Linden, it’s time to take your medicine."

Ethan Barnes was always very cautious about his offspring, so he had the driver watch her take the medicine.

Celeste Linden openly opened the mineral water and swallowed a birth control pill.

...

Willow Crawford arrived at school; the first thing she did was look for Hannah Alden.

During the spring outing, it was Hannah Alden who pushed her. If Miles Linden hadn’t been there, she didn’t know what could have happened, so she couldn’t let go of Hannah Alden, the mastermind.

Willow Crawford cornered Hannah Alden in the bathroom, "Hannah, I have something to say to you."

Hannah was nervous after doing something bad, especially seeing Willow being rescued by Miles, safe and sound. She was both unwilling and angry, "Willow, what do you want to say? I don’t have time right now; I have to go to class."

Hannah said as she was about to leave.

But Willow blocked Hannah’s way, her bright eyes glaring at Hannah, "Hannah, are you running away after doing something bad? Do you even care if I agree or not?"

"Willow, what bad thing did I do? You’d better not make false accusations."

"During the spring outing, you reached out and pushed me down. Oh, you’re right, that’s not just doing something bad, that’s attempted murder, which can land you in jail!"

Hannah’s face turned pale. She didn’t even realize she was committing a crime; she simply wanted Willow to disappear, "Willow, do you have evidence that I pushed you?"

Willow shook her head, "No."

Hannah immediately became arrogant and smug, "Then you’re slandering me. Be careful, I might sue you for defamation!"

Willow smirked, then quickly raised her hand and slapped Hannah hard.

Smack.

The crisp sound of the slap resonated, leaving Hannah stunned.

Onlookers gathered around, exclaiming, "Oh my god, our school beauty Willow just slapped Hannah. That’s so... cool!"

Hannah held her slapped cheek. No one had ever dared hit her, especially not in front of so many people. She lost face, clenching her fists in anger, "Willow, how dare you?"

"I dare! Since your parents didn’t teach you how to behave, let me do it properly now. I’ll hit you if I want; do I need to pick a day? Go ahead and sue me." Willow said coldly.

Hannah was so angry she could almost spit blood.

Willow glanced at Hannah and then turned and walked away.

Hannah, "... "

Willow didn’t need to look back to know how angry Hannah was now. She had intentionally provoked her.

"Willow," at this time, Rachel Underwood ran over, intimately linking arms with Willow, "Willow, I believe you. It was definitely Hannah who pushed you. It was so satisfying when you slapped her earlier."

"She pushed me down; a single slap isn’t enough to settle that. Everyone has to pay for their mistakes, and I want her to face legal consequences," Willow said resolutely.

Rachel, as Willow’s die-hard fan, naturally supported her wholeheartedly, but... "Willow, we don’t have evidence. What do we do?"

Willow didn’t say anything because she had already thought of a good plan.

She intended to provoke Hannah into attacking her again, and the slap earlier was just the beginning.

But one slap was far from enough. Willow knew that Hannah’s weak spot was Miles Linden.

If... she started dating Miles, Hannah wouldn’t be able to sit still.

Dating Miles...

Even if it was just pretend, the thought of it made her feel shy. How could she even bring it up with Miles?

A boy like Miles, so detached and proud, would hardly agree to such an absurd request, right?

Willow was lost in random thoughts when Rachel suddenly tugged her, "Willow, look, Miles is coming!"

Willow quickly looked up, her gaze landing unexpectedly on Miles.

Miles was coming, dressed today in a blue shirt and black school pants, his soft fringe covering those aloof yet captivating phoenix eyes. The handsome and composed teenager attracted everyone’s attention as he walked over.

He looked thin in his clothes, radiating a refreshing youthful aura. His cool demeanor made any outfit look good, a natural sense of fashion, one reason why he always stood out in a crowd.

But Willow knew, not only did he look thin in clothes, he was... toned without them.

That night in the cave, she’d rested on his strong arm, her small hand wrapped around his firm waist. The two of them held closely together, with only her little camisole separating them, the touch of skin sending an electrifying shiver through her.

Oh my god.

What was she even thinking?

Willow quickly shook off the indulgent thoughts, but her face had already betrayed her, turning red.

"Willow, why is your face so red? Are you not feeling well?" Rachel asked, puzzled.

Willow quickly shook her head, "No..."

At this moment, she felt a stare directed at her. She looked up again and met Miles’ beautiful and captivating phoenix eyes.

He was looking at her.

Their eyes met, and Willow fled in panic.

"Oh dear, Rachel, class is starting. We better hurry back to our classroom." Willow grabbed Rachel and ran off.

...

In the classroom.

Willow sat in her seat, feeling somewhat distracted.

Miles was in the same group but sat at the back. She turned to talk to the student behind her and furtively glanced at him. Miles was lying on the desk, asleep.

He was calm, while she was restless.

Willow didn’t know how to bring up her request with him. She had imagined many scenarios, but she couldn’t just rush up to him with a bouquet and blurt, "Miles, let’s date?"

No, wait, it should be, "Miles, let’s have a fake relationship?"

Knowing his temperament, he would probably just roll his eyes at her and walk off.

After school, as classmates gradually left, Rachel asked, "Willow, why aren’t you going home yet?"

Willow held a pen, pretending she was working on a math problem, "I’ll leave once I finish this question."

Rachel shrugged, baffled by the world of overachievers.

Rachel and the other classmates left, but Willow worriedly looked back a few times; Miles hadn’t left yet, still lying there asleep.

Usually, he was the first to leave; he must be exhausted today from staying in the hospital with his sister.

Everyone had gone, leaving only her and Miles in the classroom. The time had come.

Willow slowly stood up, clutching a book as she walked toward Miles...