Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1259: Miles Linden, You Hurt Me!

Zachary was stunned. He cursed and ran after Miles. He just had to see what kind of celestial beauty his good buddy was dating!

...

Miles had just reached home when he heard the sound of something breaking inside, followed by his sister’s scream. He rushed in and saw Willow Crawford.

"Who let you in?" Miles stepped forward quickly and shoved Willow aside.

"Sis, are you okay?" Miles reached out to hold the distraught Celeste Linden.

Celeste was in bad shape, her face pale as paper and her whole body trembling.

Willow was comforting Celeste, not expecting Miles to suddenly return and push her away.

She stumbled back several steps, almost falling.

Once she barely steadied herself, Willow looked at Miles, "Miles, I have something to discuss with you, I mean no harm."

Miles’ expression was grim. He kept Celeste protected in his embrace, his sharp, sinister eyes sweeping towards Willow, "This is my home. You’re not welcome here. Please leave immediately!"

Willow really had no bad intentions, whether it was accidentally stumbling upon his meeting with Hannah Alden last night or regarding his sister. But he was always cold and indifferent to her, dousing her with cold water every time without a second thought.

Willow, cherished and adored from a young age, had never endured such humiliation and grievance. Her bright, clear eyes gradually filled with misty tears. She insisted, "Miles, I need to talk to you."

Miles’ thin lips moved slightly as a cold word slipped out, "Leave!"

Leave.

He told her to leave.

Willow’s fingers curled up, and a few seconds later, she turned away angrily.

"Hey, Miles, who the hell is your little girlfriend? Damn!" At that moment, Zachary burst in, still exclaiming but fell silent upon seeing Willow.

Willow ignored Zachary and ran out.

"Uh... Miles, is your little girlfriend... Willow Crawford? When did you start dating the campus belle?" Zachary was dumbfounded.

Watching the direction where Willow disappeared, Miles’ eyes were dark and unreadable. No one knew what he was thinking.

Just then, Celeste stirred, pushing Miles away. Her mental state was still poor, but she had managed to control her emotions. She said weakly, "Miles, if you want to chase her, just go." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Miles pursed his thin lips, his fringe falling over his concealed eyes.

"She really didn’t mean any harm. I even bit her just now... Outside it’s dirty and chaotic. If she runs into some bad people..."

Before Celeste could finish her sentence, Miles had already gotten up and walked out briskly.

...

Willow walked in the alley, feeling extremely wronged. Remembering the boy’s hostile and icy attitude just now, she swore to never speak to him again.

He could quit school, fine, and his sister’s affairs had nothing to do with her!

"Hey, isn’t this the little miss from earlier? Hello, little miss, we meet again."

Willow was unlucky, running into the two drunks from earlier. Now, the two drunks leered at her, blocking her path.

"Little miss, we really have money. How much for a night? We’ll book you, as long as you make us comfortable tonight."

"Little miss, come with us."

The two drunks reached out, trying to grab Willow.

Willow stood still, her gaze cold as she looked at their filthy hands reaching over. "I’ll give you one chance. If you don’t want your hands chopped off to feed the dogs, disappear from my sight immediately."

The two drunks were startled. They hadn’t expected this young girl to be so brazen.

"Hey, I just don’t believe it. Let me touch you and see if anyone really will chop off my hand." One drunk reached out to Willow.

Willow’s eyes turned chillingly cold, and she was about to move.

But in the next second, a large hand suddenly reached over, firmly clamped down on the filthy hand, and with a light twist, "click," the sound of breaking bone was heard.

Ah!

The drunk screamed.

Willow looked up to see a handsome and distinguished face come into view. Miles had arrived.

Miles glanced coldly at the two drunks, "Get lost!"

Their fun spoiled, the two drunks were reluctant to let it go, but seeing Miles, they showed a fearful look and scrambled away in a hurry.

However, they weren’t willing to let go of their prey so easily taken by Miles, so as they ran, they cursed,

"Damn, so unlucky, running into this murderer. He kills without batting an eye."

"Girls these days are so cheap, refusing to sell to us and opting for this murderer!"

Miles’ actions were dark and ruthless. He could remain impassive even with blood on his face, a notorious demon in this area. Those two drunks only dared to curse behind his back, afraid and intimidated by him.

Willow ignored the filthy words of those two drunks. She looked at Miles, "Why did you come? Didn’t you not want to talk to me? Didn’t you tell me to get lost?"

Miles’ gaze fell on Willow’s lovely, delicate face. Her fair skin, exquisite features, and spotless school uniform formed a stark visual contrast in this gloomy, filthy alley. She was naturally out of place here.

"This isn’t somewhere you should be. Don’t come here again," Miles said coldly.

Again with those words. He always told her not to come again. Willow didn’t know what she’d done to make him dislike her so.

"Fine, I’ll leave then. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you again!" A stubborn pride ran through Willow’s veins, and she turned to leave.

"Wrong way."

..." Willow paused, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Miles stepped forward, reaching out to grab her slender wrist, pulling her along.

He took long strides, leading the way as Willow stumbled behind him.

For the first time in her life, Willow was having physical contact with a boy.

Now his hand was clasped around her wrist. Looking down, Willow saw his clean, long fingers easily encircling hers. His rough palm, thick with calluses, pressed against her tender skin—painful, both stingingly sharp and ticklish.

Willow quickly struggled to shake him off, "Let go!"

The boy in front seemed not to hear, only tightening his grip when she struggled, pulling her along more forcefully.

The two of them walked awkwardly like this until they reached the bustling street.

"Let go of me! Miles, you’re hurting me!"

Miles released his hold.

The two of them stood at the street corner; the evening wind tangled a few wisps of Willow’s hair across her enchanting face. Her slender, fair wrist indeed bore the red mark from his grip. She showed it to him, her watery eyes slightly angry, faintly complaining as she looked at him, "Miles, I wasn’t lying. You really hurt me!"

Miles looked at her, eyes dark and deep, before he faintly averted his gaze, the boy’s throat bobbing subtly as he raised a hand to hail a taxi.