Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1308: Sorry, I Like You

She asked Miles, "Are you cold?"

This question left him unsure how to answer.

Honestly, Miles wasn’t cold; at his age, his blood was boiling. Her presence filled the room with her fragrance, and he breathed the air she breathed, making even the air sweet. How could he possibly feel cold? On the contrary, he felt quite warm.

However, he silently nodded, "Yes, a bit cold."

He’s cold? Willow looked at the single blanket on her with some difficulty. Should she invite him to share the bed?

Miles lightly coughed.

"What’s wrong?"

"My throat feels a bit uncomfortable," Miles said earnestly.

Willow was concerned; he must be catching a cold.

Today he got drenched in such heavy rain just to buy things for her. If he caught a cold because of that, she would feel even guiltier. Willow decided not to hesitate any longer, "Miles, come up and sleep."

Willow moved inward, giving him half of the outer space.

Miles didn’t move and seemed a bit hesitant, "Isn’t this... inappropriate?"

"What’s wrong with this? Don’t worry, you can come up; I won’t do anything to you," Willow assured sincerely.

Only then did Miles reluctantly accept, "Alright then."

He got up, came to the bed, and lay down beside Willow.

Both of them slept on the edge, feeling somewhat constrained. Willow gave him half the blanket and placed the stuffed doll between them.

"Looks like this storm won’t stop anytime soon," Willow said.

"Yes, the weather forecast said it will rain until tomorrow morning. It’s late; let’s sleep first."

No one expected the storm to keep them trapped here, ensuring that they would sleep here tonight. Willow yawned, her eyelids feeling heavy. She closed her eyes, softly saying, "Good night, Miles."

"Good night."

Willow quickly fell asleep, but Miles was wide awake, listening to her gentle breathing. Miles turned his head to look at her.

He reached over and removed the stuffed doll in between them, moving closer. He raised his hand, intending to brush his fingers through her hair by her cheek. At that moment, the girl seemed to respond instinctively, moving closer as if she sensed something, her face snuggling into his chest like a kitten.

His embrace was warm. She sweetly nestled against him, found a good spot, and slept peacefully.

Miles stiffened for a moment, then gradually curved his thin lips into a smile. It felt good; as he moved closer, she also snuggled in.

On a night like this, he truly wished time could stop, secretly hoping that every future night would have her by his side saying "Good night."

Then came a "ding" sound; Willow’s phone buzzed with another SMS.

Miles looked up, seeing Vivi Xavier’s barrage of messages on the lit-up phone screen. However, the previous one wasn’t from Vivi.

The phone screen displayed the name Prince Rosen.

Prince Rosen was Willow’s destined match, and Miles was well aware of the inevitable alliance between Alani and the Rosen royal family. Someday, Willow would be the first princess consort.

This sudden SMS broke all the night’s calm and warmth.

Miles looked at the sleeping girl in his arms, and after a few seconds, he picked up her phone and opened it.

Rosen: Willow, how have you been lately? Why haven’t you contacted me? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

A single message showed Rosen’s longing and affection for Willow.

Miles moved his fingers and directly deleted the SMS.

Then Vivi Xavier’s message popped up, with one saying: Willow, you must be caught up for real and fallen for Miles!

Actually, Miles wasn’t interested in these little girls’ conversation, but this particular message caught his attention: Had Willow fallen for him?

He had kept Hannah Alden’s situation a secret so she would approach him willingly; he wanted to win her heart.

Now that Prince Rosen was starting to make moves, he didn’t have much time left; he had to make her fall for him.

Miles picked up his phone, his long fingers swiftly tapping on the keyboard. Soon, he had cracked Prince Rosen’s IP and intercepted the communication line so that all of Prince Rosen’s messages would fall into oblivion, and Willow wouldn’t receive any of them.

Putting down the phone, Miles lowered his handsome eyelids again, looking at the girl sleeping sweetly in his arms, completely devoid of suspicion or alertness towards him. This made it difficult for him to proceed.

Actually, breaking her engagement with Rosen was very simple because he knew better than anyone about the royal family’s weaknesses.

Willow, I’m sorry. I’ve never been a good person; on the contrary, I’m quite bad.

To have you, I can resort to any means.

Miles raised his hand, unbuttoning Willow’s school uniform shirt one by one, revealing her youthful, tender skin—irresistibly alluring.

Click.

Miles took a photo.

Miles lay on Willow’s body and took another photo.

Then there was a soft moan, and Willow, who was asleep, moved a bit.

Miles froze.

In a sleepy motion, Willow reached out and wrapped her small hand around his waist before drifting back to sleep.

A hint of scarlet edged into Miles’s deep eyes. She was pure and innocent, always believing him to be a good person, a gentleman, a man of honor. Thus, she could hold him tightly and trust him completely. But behind her back, he had done many things. If one day she were to find out his true nature, how would she see him?

"Willow, I’m sorry, I like you," the young man murmured hoarsely.

But Willow, in deep slumber, was destined not to hear.

...

The first exam at Central High had officially begun, which was also the day of the showdown between Miles and Freddy. This not only concerned the sole spot for the digital programming competition but also Willow’s courtship competition, making Freddy take it very seriously.

In the morning, Freddy brought a group of people to the school early, and Willow also arrived. Freddy immediately stepped forward, "Willow, junior, who do you think will win this exam, me or Miles?"

This exam competition had already stirred the entire school, drawing significant attention. Willow knew Freddy had worked very hard these past few days, even hiring a private tutor for one-on-one coaching. Meanwhile, Miles... just slept in class, leaving Willow uncertain.

Nevertheless, she still supported Miles. Sometimes, our trust and support for certain people are unconditional.

"Freddy, senior, then I’ll bet on Miles to win," Willow said.

"You!" Freddy was furious. One was a dragon, the other a worm, and anyone with clear eyes could see the difference, "Willow, junior, then just wait and see. I will definitely cure your eye trouble!"

With that, Freddy and his group left in grandeur, "Let’s go."

"Freddy, senior, why does Willow put so much confidence in Miles winning? Miles really is quite mysterious; not to mention how he got into Central High, but even the principal valuing him so highly is quite odd," a classmate commented in confusion.

Freddy also felt uneasy; he absolutely couldn’t lose this competition. If Miles didn’t show up to compete, everyone would think he chickened out last minute...