Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1272: Drinking the Wedding Toast

Although Ethan Barnes focused his gaze on Willow Crawford, which made Hannah Alden quite upset, she thought about it again. If Willow ended up with Ethan, then Miles Linden would be hers, and being with a devil like Ethan would probably be a living hell. So, Hannah deliberately steered the conversation towards Willow.

Willow had already discerned Hannah’s little schemes. She turned her head and looked at Ethan.

Only to see Ethan’s eyes fixed on her, sizing her up from head to toe, even taking a glance at her beautiful legs under the school uniform skirt, with an impish and improper demeanor, "Such pale legs."

Hannah felt her plan had succeeded, extremely pleased.

Willow looked away, gazing out the window. Although Ethan seemed quite wicked, she could tell he didn’t have such intentions towards her. The phrase "pale legs" sounded ambiguous to Hannah, but Willow just felt it was insincere.

Ethan chewed gum, placed a Bluetooth headset on his ear, and dialed a phone number.

"Beep beep," the phone was answered unhurriedly on the other end, with a cool, magnetic voice coming through, "Hello."

It was Miles Linden.

Compared to his interest in Willow, it was clear that Ethan was far more interested in Miles. He curled his lips, his tone even more excited, "Hey kid, where are you hanging out? Come over to 1949club for a drink."

"Say something useful." Miles’ words were as scarce as gold.

"Kid, don’t you want to come?"

The red light came on, and Ethan stepped on the brakes, waiting for the light. He wasn’t in a hurry, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, very patient.

But Miles wasn’t patient; he was about to hang up the call.

"Kid, if you don’t come drink with me, then I’ll have no choice but to drink with Willow." Ethan’s gaze fell back on Willow’s beautiful legs, suddenly reaching out his hand, "Tsk, Willow’s legs are really pale, kid, you haven’t touched them yet, have you? Let me touch them for you..."

Willow didn’t expect Ethan’s indecent hand to suddenly reach over. She swiftly avoided it, alert, "What are you doing?"

Willow’s voice reached Miles through the phone.

"Ethan, if you dare touch her, believe it or not, I’ll chop you up!" Miles’ breathing became heavy, his voice rolling from his throat particularly grim.

Ethan was delighted, he withdrew his hand, very satisfied with Miles’ reaction, "Kid, 1949club, I’ll be waiting for you."

After saying that, Ethan directly hung up the call.

...

1949club.

In a luxurious suite, Ethan and two rich kids were playing cards, smoking, filling the air with smoke.

Hannah approached Ethan and whispered, "Cousin, is Miles coming later?"

Ethan flicked the red cigarette head in the ashtray, having lost a few rounds in a row, his handsome brows furrowed, not in a good mood, "Cousin, do you really like Miles so much?"

"Yes, cousin, I really like Miles, can’t be without him. You have to help me later." Hannah pleaded coyly.

Ethan raised his brows and immediately agreed, "Sure, of course."

Hannah’s heart bloomed with joy.

The two wealthy kids were both staring at Willow since she came in. Willow quietly sat on the sofa, indifferent to them, yet the two kids kept looking at her, almost mesmerized by her, nearly drooling.

"Ethan, who is that little beauty?"

"Yes, Ethan, where did you find this little beauty, she’s too gorgeous. I feel all the women around me are just mundane students."

Ethan held the cigarette between his thin lips, frowned at the cards, "Put away your drool, this little beauty is prepared for someone else."

For who?

The next second, with a "click," the door to the suite was pushed open, a clear, elegant figure leaped into view.

Willow looked up, seeing Miles.

Today, he was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black pants, his soft short hair resting on his forehead, truly a handsome youth, making people’s hearts flutter at first glance.

Miles gazed around the room lightly, his gaze landing on her face.

Ethan put down his cards and looked at his branded watch, "Wow kid, you came so quickly, as if rushing home?"

With that, Ethan stood up and got next to Miles, reaching out to drape his arm over Miles’ shoulder, "Let’s go, let’s play cards."

"Ethan, who is he?" asked the two rich kids.

"Oh, he’s my little brother-in-law; I’m his brother-in-law," Ethan introduced generously.

What?

The two rich kids widened their eyes; they hadn’t heard about this local tyrant getting married.

The rich kid wanted to speak, but Miles’ cold voice came through, "You don’t deserve to."

Miles said Ethan didn’t deserve it.

The two rich kids were shocked again. Who is this boy? He’s too bold, daring to clash with Ethan?

Ethan wasn’t angry at all; he pointed to a glass of wine on the table, "Kid, come on, have a drink first, let’s have some fun."

Miles didn’t move.

At this moment, Hannah stepped forward, intimately holding onto Miles’ arm, sweetly saying, "Miles, you’re here."

"Oh, I almost forgot my cousin Hannah. Miles, how about this; you have a drink with my cousin Hannah," Ethan suddenly changed his mind.

Wow.

The two rich kids’ eyes lit up, awaiting a show.

Hannah’s pretty face instantly turned red; actually, what she said to Willow were all lies; she’s not Miles’ girlfriend.

All along she has been crazily chasing Miles, but Miles doesn’t like her.

That night on the balcony, she tried a seduction trick, but Miles still ruthlessly pushed her away.

The pregnancy was fake; Miles never touched her, not even held her hand.

Now Ethan suggested they drink together; Hannah’s heart skipped a beat, "Ah, cousin, you’re so bad."

Ethan, although smiling at Hannah, had no smile in his eyes. No wonder Miles rejected his cousin; she’s really silly and pretentious, any man would prefer Willow.

Miles’ handsome face was expressionless; he glanced at Willow.

Willow was also looking at him; would he drink together with Hannah?

Hannah was supposed to be his girlfriend; it’s said that couples often play such ambiguous games. He should drink, right?

"Alright, kid, stop looking. If you don’t drink this toast, then I’ll have no choice but to drink with Willow," Ethan whispered as he approached Miles.

Miles coldly stared at Ethan.

"Kid, we can actually stop this game; how about this, tell me where your sister is, and tonight I’ll send Willow to your bed; how’s this deal?"