Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1303: Willow Crawford, Iloveyou

Vivi Xavier just started middle school, she’s very young, so she doesn’t understand anything, but she found these pictures amusing and shared them with Willow Crawford.

Willow is a few years older than Vivi; she’s at the age when one begins to feel attracted to others. Her mom, Serena Sterling, is a doctor, so she’s received quite an education in sexual matters these last two years. She quickly realized that these two people were... doing something very inappropriate for children.

People often hand out unhealthy materials on the street, but she didn’t expect one to end up with Vivi Xavier.

"Vivi, you shouldn’t look at these, they will cause you to get a sty," Willow’s face was flushed red.

"A sty?" Vivi tried hard to open her eyes wide and kept looking at the pictures, "Sister Willow, look, I didn’t get a sty."

Willow reached out her hand and covered Vivi’s innocent eyes, her voice teasingly shy, "My dear Vivi sister, quickly close your eyes. If you’re curious, you can just go home and ask your Daddy and Mommy~"

Hm?

Vivi was quite the little imp. She let out a long "Oh~," and said, "Sister Willow, I understand now."

"You understand? What do you understand?"

"That uncle and the pretty lady are... doing embarrassing things, like my Daddy and Mommy," Vivi replied.

"..." Willow started to wonder about the Xavier family’s education style. Do they all teach by example?

At this moment, a deep and magnetic voice suddenly came from behind, "What are you looking at?"

Willow turned her head and unexpectedly met Miles Linden’s handsome face.

Miles had arrived.

Is he not leaving?

Why did he suddenly return?

Willow’s brain made a "buzz" sound and went completely blank.

Miles looked at Willow’s face, covered with a suspicious blush, and then his gaze fell on the small magazine on the table.

Willow snapped back to her senses, quickly closed the magazine, and pretended nothing happened, "We aren’t looking at anything, we’re analyzing a Chinese painting, right Vivi?"

Willow winked at Vivi.

"Right, right!" Vivi nodded vigorously, "We’re analyzing Chinese paintings, those paintings earlier were really... really wonderful, never seen before."

"Miles, it’s late, we’ll head home first." Willow, feeling guilty, pulled Vivi and ran.

But when they passed by Miles, "snap," that little magazine tucked in Willow’s arm fell to the floor.

Willow looked down; the little magazine landed right by Miles’s foot.

Um... that was quite sudden...

"Haha, I dropped my book." Willow bent down to pick it up.

Just then, a breeze blew into the classroom, whoosh, and the little magazine was blown open, landing on the "Chinese painting" page.

Willow instantly petrified, still bent over, her fingertips barely touching the magazine, her fingers right under the part where the pretty girl was straddling the man’s lap...

Why?

At this moment, Willow wished she could disappear.

Then a well-defined hand reached out and picked up the magazine.

Willow stiffly stood up; the magazine was now in Miles’s hands.

Miles looked at her, his thin lips curved up, "Is this the kind of Chinese painting you were analyzing? Truly, it’s both splendid and unprecedented."

"..." Willow tugged on her sleeve awkwardly, "Well... good things should be shared, so I’ll gift you this magazine, enjoy it slowly."

Willow grabbed Vivi and ran away.

...

The two girls got into a luxury car, Willow put her hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat pounding in her throat.

That was so embarrassing, the first time seeing a "Chinese painting" and being caught by Miles.

He wouldn’t think she’s a repeat offender, indulging in such things often?

Thinking this, Willow bit her lower lip lightly.

Just then, "ding," her phone buzzed with a text message.

It was from an unknown number.

Willow opened the message: just this once, in the future, no more looking.

Willow knew it was Miles.

This simple, domineering tone, who else could it be besides Miles?

They hadn’t exchanged contacts, how did he know her phone number?

Willow replied with a message: I didn’t look!

Miles: Oh, were you looking at a puppy just now?

Willow gave an apologetic look to Vivi next to her, the little girl didn’t know she’d been dragged in and called a puppy.

Willow quickly ended this topic, not knowing how to continue the conversation: How do you know my number?

Miles: How did you know it was me?

Willow suddenly felt like she had eaten a piece of candy, sweetness spreading from her mouth to her heart, as hormonal feelings began to stir between the young boy and girl.

Miles: The exam is in two days, you have to work hard.

Are you going to help me?

How should I help?

Stay after self-study at night and keep me company to read.

He’s actually studying hard?

Willow thought of his weak foundation. It’s tough for a struggling student to compete with a top student.

Willow agreed directly.

Miles: Okay.

The two ended their conversation.

...

The exam was in just two days. Willow really stayed behind as promised to accompany Miles.

The two sat together, Willow holding an English book, and pointed out a question to test Miles, "Miles, how do you do this question?"

Miles didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids, "I don’t know."

Willow felt this student’s attitude was simply too terrible. She sternly said, "Miles, be serious, Freddy is watching you from next door!"

Miles lifted his head, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pointed to an English sentence asking Willow, "Teacher Willow, how do you read this?"

He was pointing at "I love you."

This sentence could be said even by a first grader. Could he really not know how to read it? The only possibility was he was teasing her.

I love you, I love you.

Willow’s fair earlobes turned a few shades of red, "Teacher Willow doesn’t know how to read it either!"

Miles: "But I know how to read it."

Willow’s heart skipped a beat.

Then Miles slowly leaned in, "Teacher Willow, I love you."

This was the first time Willow heard Miles speak English. Her English pronunciation was great, learning with foreign teachers from a young age, but Miles’s pronunciation wasn’t worse than hers. When he said "I love you" in such a deep, magnetic voice with a rich, authentic accent, Willow felt something fiercely hit her heart.

Miles looked at her gently, "Teacher Willow, je t’aime

."

That’s French.

"Teacher Willow, ich liebe dich."

That’s German.

"Teacher Willow, 愛してる."

That’s Japanese.

...

Willow became utterly dazed, forgetting to think when Miles, this young boy, kept saying "I love you" to her in multiple languages. At this moment, everything else lost its color; in her eyes and heart, there was only him.