Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1306: Willow Crawford Says, the Camisole Is Too Small!

Chapter 1306: Chapter 1306: Willow Crawford Says, the Camisole Is Too Small!

A head of pure black hair, wet, draped over her shoulders, the girl’s skin white and tender like tofu. She wore a white camisole he bought, with two thin straps tied behind her neck, a picture of a beauty emerging from a bath making one’s blood boil.

However, the underwear he bought seemed a bit small, Willow Crawford felt her chest a bit constricted.

Willow picked up her school uniform shirt wanting to wear it to cover this expanse of spring scenery, but as soon as she picked it up, she suddenly saw something—a cockroach.

Willow had been afraid of these insects since she was a child. Coupled with her cleanliness obsession, she was scared, her body shivered, and she screamed sharply, "Ah!"

Outside, Miles Linden heard the scream from the bathroom instantly. His expression darkened, and he dashed over, "Willow, what’s wrong?"

A large hand gripped the doorknob, and he opened the door.

The next second, a soft body, warm as jade and seemingly boneless, crashed directly into his embrace.

Miles’ handsome body suddenly stiffened.

"Miles, there’s a cockroach! There’s a cockroach there, it’s so scary!" Willow’s little face turned pale with fear, still pointing to where the cockroach had passed.

Miles felt her body pressed closely against his, darting around in his embrace. Even the cheapest scented bath became fragrant because of her scent, like a startled fawn focused only on the cockroach without realizing her appearance was an irresistible temptation for any boy.

Miles realized being with her was a special test of will; she must be sent from heaven to torment him...a little enchantress.

"Where’s the cockroach?" he asked in a husky voice.

"There, there!" Willow hid behind Miles.

Miles stepped forward, indeed seeing a cockroach, and he quickly killed it.

"Don’t be afraid, I killed the cockroach."

"Thank you~"

Looking at Willow now, Miles had not had a chance to look closely earlier. She wore only a small white camisole, and her pants were on, but her little feet were bare on the ground, ten translucent pink toes curled together in fear and tension, looking extremely cute, making one want to kiss them.

Miles regretted it, he shouldn’t have brought her to the small motel.

She was from a privileged background, must never have been to such a cheap place before. Earlier, he just thought about letting her tidy up, didn’t consider so much.

Feeling Miles’ gaze on her small feet, Willow quickly backed up a step, "Miles, what are you looking at?"

Miles raised his head, his gaze falling on her camisole again.

Willow quickly covered herself with the shirt, her pretty little face was red, she stomped in frustration, "Miles, close your eyes, no more looking."

Miles reluctantly shifted his gaze away, turned, throat moving, as he asked, "Does the clothing fit?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Willow hurriedly pulled the shirt onto her body, "This camisole is a bit small."

The camisole is small?

It shouldn’t be, that night in the cave he saw it was just that size, and for someone with a talent for figures, he was quite sensitive about girls’ measurements.

"Miles, I’ve tidied up, let’s go home." Willow had finished dressing.

Miles turned, glanced at her chest; hmm... he seemed to have overlooked something. Willow was in her adolescence now, developing quickly; she appeared to have grown a bit.

"Okay, let’s go home."

Miles and Willow left the bathroom. But upon entering the room, they realized it was pouring rain outside, with thunder and lightning. It was the plum rain season, often with storms.

"Miles, it’s pouring rain outside, we can’t go home for now."

Miles looked at the lightning and thunder outside, feeling like tonight he was truly blessed by God, because he didn’t want to send Willow home at all; he wanted to spend more time with her.

Now a storm had directly trapped them here.

"We have school tomorrow; let’s rest here and see when the rain stops."

Willow looked at the room’s sole large bed, "But the bed is only one..."

"You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the sofa." Saying this, Miles walked over and lay down on the sofa.

Willow trusted Miles a lot. He never had any intentions towards her; that night in the cave, lying together so closely, he didn’t even touch her, truly a gentleman.

Willow lay down on the large bed.

Soon, Willow felt a stomachache.

She had indulged in an ice cream at school, now her lower abdomen hurt.

Her small hand rubbed her lower abdomen, shrinking into herself from the pain.

She thought of the cockroach in the bathroom again, wondering if one would suddenly appear on the bed too; it was terrifying.

Miles lying on the sofa hadn’t slept at all, couldn’t fall asleep, so he clearly felt the girl on the bed moving uneasily.

She curled herself tightly under the blanket, not knowing what she was doing.

"Willow, what’s wrong?" Miles asked aloud.

Willow didn’t respond.

Miles rose, came directly to bedside, "Willow, did you lose your voice?"

Inside, still no sound.

Miles reached out, lifted the blanket covering her head.

Willow’s pretty little face was exposed, curled up like a shrimp, she looked at him with long, wet eyelashes lifted, "Miles, my stomach hurts."

Miles was shocked because her fair eyes were red, glazed with a layer of wet light; she seemed about to cry.

Honestly, Willow had no spoiled princess air, but nothing could change her background, and Miles never felt her delicate charms more than at this moment.

She was made of water.

"What’s making your stomach hurt?" Miles bent down, his big hand on her lower abdomen.

"Lower abdomen pain, must be from indulging in ice cream."

Miles remembered his older sister drinking brown sugar water and using a hot water bottle during her cycle; he’d forgotten to buy them when at the convenience store earlier.

"Bear with it for now; I’ll go buy some things." Miles stood up.

"Hey, Miles!" Willow quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Don’t go out; it’s storming outside, I’ll be fine soon."

"No worries, I’ll be back soon, wait for me." Miles left.

...

Miles left the motel; outside was storming, the street empty, he rushed into the rain, quickly reaching the convenience store earlier.

"Give me a bag of brown sugar and a hot water bottle."

The shopkeeper recognized Miles as the boy from before, now drenched and dripping water.

"Young man, what did you come out for in this rain, buying things for your girlfriend again? Here, take this towel to dry off." The shopkeeper kindly handed him a towel and retrieved the brown sugar and hot water bottle.

When she turned, she noticed Miles wasn’t drying himself; instead, he looked at the shelf, reaching for a plush toy.