Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1255: I’ll Kill You!

The next day, as Willow Crawford walked to the entrance of Class 1-3, she saw a lot of classmates gathered outside, all chattering away,

"Oh my God, Miles Linden actually transferred to our school. This is the best high school in the city, how did he get in?"

"He’s been placed in Class 3, so you’ll be classmates with him soon. Be careful, he’s a cold-blooded monster who wouldn’t blink at killing."

Miles Linden is in Class 3?

Willow Crawford walked into the classroom and immediately spotted Miles Linden, who was sitting in the last row, resting with his head on the desk, seemingly oblivious to the gossip outside.

Willow was in the same study group as him, but she sat in the third row, quite a distance away from him.

"Willow, Miles is in our class, I’m so scared," her deskmate Rachel Underwood said nervously.

Willow took out her book and chuckled, "Rachel, there’s nothing to be afraid of. We just need to keep our distance from him."

"Yeah, yeah!"

The homeroom teacher and lecturers soon arrived for class. The teachers privately knew about the problem child Miles Linden, but chose to turn a blind eye. Willow noticed that Miles spent the entire day sleeping.

As the English class representative, the English teacher instructed before the class ended, "Willow, please collect the supplementary exercises from your classmates and bring them to my office. I want none missing."

"Alright, Miss Chen."

The group leaders submitted the English supplementary exercises. Rachel, the group leader of their group, wore a frown, "Willow, we’re one short in our group, I don’t think we can hand them all in."

Willow looked up, and the first name that popped into her head was Miles Linden.

He definitely didn’t hand it in.

Willow glanced towards Miles’s seat. He sat alone, as no one wanted to be his deskmate. The seat was now empty; he left long ago.

Sleeping in class, leaving earlier than anyone else, a typical example of a slacker. No wonder classmates gossiped about how he got into this school.

"Willow, Miss Chen is quite strict, she wants everything in. I don’t want to get scolded, so... I’m leaving the task of finding Miles Linden to you. I’m off!" Rachel ran off without looking back, leaving this hot potato to Willow.

"..." Willow subconsciously didn’t want to have any interaction with Miles Linden, but as the English class representative, she had to get the supplementary exercises from him.

Had he already left for home?

Willow could only take her chances and went out of the classroom to find him.

Halfway there, Willow saw two seniors and quickly asked politely, "Have you seen Miles Linden?"

"We did. We saw him head to the balcony earlier," one of the seniors said.

He hadn’t gone home yet; she was relieved. Willow thanked them, "Thank you, I’ll go find him."

"Willow, you’d better not go looking for Miles Linden on the balcony," one of the seniors quickly advised.

Seeing the senior’s hesitance, Willow curiously asked, "Why not?"

"Willow, you probably don’t know, but Miles had been in early relationships; he’s had many girlfriends, switching them as often as clothes."

"It’s already dark, and who knows what he’s doing on the balcony. We’re worried it might be dangerous for you to go there alone."

Willow smiled, "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."

Willow went straight to the balcony. Despite not wanting much contact with Miles, she thought such a brooding and aloof boy wouldn’t be lecherous, at least she believed so.

The balcony was dark, with no light, and Willow carefully stepped up the stairs. In the moonlight, she soon saw Miles.

Miles wasn’t alone; there was a girl with him.

At that moment, Miles was lazily leaning in a dim corner. The girl had her hands around his neck, and they were pressed closely together, seemingly engaged in inappropriate activities.

Willow had never imagined witnessing such a scene. Despite her thorough sex education, it was her first time seeing a live X-rated scene.

Under the moonlight, Miles’s handsome silhouette appeared exceptionally striking, and the girl clinging to him...

Feeling her face flush, Willow panicked and turned to run.

But in the next second, a cold voice cut through the air, "Who’s there?"

Willow looked up to see Miles turning his head, his dark, sharp eyes piercingly fixing on her face.

Willow’s heart skipped a beat heavily.

"Who’s there?" the girl also turned her face.

Willow recognized her; she was the former school beauty, Hannah Alden.

Hannah Alden came from a very wealthy family, a real heiress. Beautiful and smart, she had reigned as the school’s beauty queen two terms in a row before Willow arrived, pursued by many boys.

But she never showed interest in them, known for her high standards.

Nobody expected Hannah Alden to fall for the problem child Miles Linden and to rendezvous with him here.

Willow felt she had uncovered a secret and quickly ran away.

...

Willow ran out, her small hand pressed against her heart, breathing heavily.

No one was chasing her; thank goodness.

Willow took a deep breath, ready to leave.

But just then, a distinct, upright figure appeared ahead—Miles had come.

With his hands in his pockets, his cold, sly eyes gazed at her indifferently, "You looking for me?"

Willow halted. He had actually followed her, "I..."

"Do you have a habit of spying on others?" Miles suddenly asked.

What?

Spying?

He looked at her coldly, a faint, mocking smile seemingly tugging at his lips, as if calling her a peeping tom.

Willow’s face turned bright red, filled with the shame and anger of being wronged, coursing straight to her head. She straightened her back, her snow-white face glowing with a noble luster under the moonlight, "Miles Linden, I definitely do not have the hobby of spying on others. I went looking for you earlier, just to collect your English supplementary exercises. Everything was just a coincidence, and don’t overthink it."

Her voice was soft yet firm, explaining the misunderstanding from before line by line. This chosen girl’s eyebrows held an inviolate noble air, like a red rose blooming with morning dew; the more beautiful and unsullied, the more one wanted to possess and destroy it.

Miles took a step forward, slowly approaching.

He was getting closer.

What did he intend to do?

Willow took a step back defensively, but he was already in front of her. Taller than her, his fierce and cold demeanor overshadowed her as he spoke softly, "Not a word about what you saw tonight, or else... I’ll kill you!"

Kill... her?

Willow found it laughable; no one had ever dared to threaten her like that.