Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1304: Buying Her Ice Cream

Willow Crawford quickly closed her English book, "Miles Linden, please study seriously!"

She emphasized the last two words, "study."

Miles Linden sat down with a smile and then stood up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Men’s restroom, want to come along?"

"..."

Miles walked away, leaving Willow Crawford sitting alone at her desk. She felt Miles did it on purpose; they had agreed to study together, but tonight he didn’t study at all. Instead, he freely switched among more than ten foreign languages, making ripples in the lake of her heart.

He’s really a bad boy.

Willow’s face was still a bit warm. She turned her head to look out the window.

At that moment, two girls walked by holding ice cream, "Wow, this ice cream is so delicious."

Willow looked at the ice cream in their hands; it seemed really tasty, maybe she wanted one too.

Oh well.

Willow continued reading her book.

Soon, she heard footsteps; Miles returned.

Willow hadn’t had time to look up when a large hand reached out, offering something.

Oh, ice cream!

She was just craving it.

Miles bought her an ice cream.

"Is this for me?" Willow asked.

Miles nodded, "Yeah."

"Thank you." Willow reached out and took it.

Miles sat down; earlier, he saw her leaning by the window, watching other girls eat ice cream with a look of envy, like a little greedy cat.

Willow unwrapped the ice cream and took a lick. It was strawberry-flavored, again.

Last time he gave her a strawberry-flavored lollipop, and this time, it was a strawberry-flavored ice cream.

The ice cream’s delicate, sweet, strawberry cream flavor quickly spread in her mouth. It was the first ice cream of spring, especially sweet.

Willow looked at Miles, "Do you want to try a bite?"

Miles looked at her sparkling eyes; an ice cream could make her so satisfied, "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet~" Willow felt a bit of ice cream on her lips and licked it.

Miles smirked and leaned over to take a bite of the ice cream.

Willow looked at him, "Is it good?"

It’s good.

Indeed, whatever she eats is sweet.

Last time, the lollipop she had was so sweet, and this ice cream too.

Soon, Willow realized a problem. Were they... sharing an ice cream?

People say this is equivalent to an indirect... kiss.

Willow became unsettled. She had no idea that last time, Miles had eaten the lollipop she had licked without leaving a single crumb.

...

Half an hour later, Miles and Willow walked out of the campus, ready to go home.

"Miles, I’m going home, bye-bye." Willow waved her little hand.

Willow always had a luxury car to pick her up for school, so Miles nodded and watched her leave.

Willow walked a few steps then turned back, finding Miles hadn’t left, just stood there watching her.

The sparse light made the boy’s silhouette stretch very long, looking solitary.

He seemed to always be alone.

Willow felt a pang in her heart; she wanted to speak but quickly sensed something was wrong. Her lower abdomen felt bloated and painful, and then a rush of warm liquid flowed out.

It was her period!

Seeing Willow’s discomfort, Miles frowned and immediately walked over, "Willow, what’s wrong, are you feeling unwell?"

Willow almost cried—how embarrassing—it had caught her unprepared, and her clothes were surely stained.

"I... I..." she stammered.

"What’s wrong? Speak!" Miles had already furrowed his brows into a line between them, surveying Willow quickly and pausing.

Today, Willow wore her school uniform, and now the back of her checkered skirt showed a red patch.

For the past three years, Miles had been caring for his sister, so he knew about girls’ physiological cycles. Instantly, he took off his jacket and draped it over Willow’s shoulders.

His jacket was wide and large, completely covering the skirt, with residual warmth, causing Willow’s face to turn red, "Thank you."

Miles took her small hand, "Let’s go."

Go?

"Miles, where are we going?"

"Can you go home like this?"

"I..."

Soon, Miles brought Willow to a motel. Willow’s eyes widened a bit out of fear; was he going to bring her here... to get a room?

"Miles, what are we doing here? Don’t mess around; I’m not that kind of casual person..."

The girl’s bright eyes were now slightly suspiciously staring at him, Miles found it amusing, "I really want to mess around..."

"You!"

"But given your condition, can we mess around? So, don’t overthink." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

So she was overthinking it; he had no such intentions at all.

Willow felt relieved, but then questioned; if he had no such intentions, what did his earlier words, "I really want to mess around" mean?

Being led by the hand, Willow could only follow Miles’s pace in small steps, wondering to herself, if Miles hadn’t clarified that he wasn’t involved with Hannah Alden, she’d suspect him of being a playboy; after all, he was really skilled at flirting!

Inside the hotel, Miles brought Willow to the front desk, "Give me one room."

The receptionist was a gossipy aunt, her eyes gleaming as she saw them come in, "Young boy, young girl, you’re here to book a room, huh? Are you both adults? Still in school? There’s a regulation; you are not allowed to book a room."

Willow had never been to such a place; when traveling, she’d stay at seven-star hotels. The aunt’s gaze fell upon her face, and she "tsk tsk" twice, "Yo, where did this young beauty come from? Looks like she stepped out of a painting."

Miles pulled Willow behind him, blocking the aunt’s prying gaze with his broad shoulders. He took out some money coolly, "Is this enough?"

The aunt’s eyes widened at the sight of money, instantly conceding. She swiftly retrieved a key card, "More than enough, room 509, please go ahead."

Miles led Willow away.

But the aunt called out mysteriously, "Wait, young boy, young girl, I have something you’ll surely need, why not buy a pack?"

What was it?

Curious, Willow turned back to see the aunt had opened a drawer and pulled out a box of condoms.

Willow had never seen such a thing; she looked up at Miles curiously, "What’s that?"

Her eyes were clear and bright, like a spotless piece of paper. Miles’s throat moved, then he covered her eyes with his hand, "Don’t look."

Suddenly deprived of sight, Willow found it quite odd; why such a big reaction?

Just then, his slightly hoarse voice echoed above, "If you truly wish to know, I’ll teach you someday."