Using Me as a Substitute? Did You Know Your Best Friend Calls Me Wife?

Mia Kane was going crazy inside. ’Does he have any idea how seductive he’s being?’

Blood rushed to her head, her breathing grew ragged, and her ears burned hot.

He was a man who oozed sex appeal, and now he was holding her leg, stroking it little by little...

Mia Kane felt her body go weak.

She frantically pulled her foot back.

Adrian Preston looked up, his expression puzzled. "What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"You were too rough. I’ll just do it myself."

"Then just tell me. I can be gentler."

His fingertips drew near, gently caressing her calf.

She quickly recoiled again, avoiding his touch.

"I should just do it myself. I’m not used to this."

"Your face, why is it so red?"

"Um... I’m tired. I want to rest."

"Okay, then get some rest."

Only after Adrian Preston left did she feel like she could finally breathe again.

She steadied her breathing, letting out a long exhale.

She had spent many days in the hospital, and in that new environment, she hadn’t been sleeping well. Now, back in her familiar room with her favorite big bed, she hugged her stuffed animal contentedly and quickly drifted off to sleep.

She opened her eyes in a daze and startled. To her surprise, she saw Adrian Preston.

"You..."

Before she could finish, Adrian Preston pressed down on her, his thin lips sealing hers.

Adrian Preston was acting a little strange. He didn’t speak, just stared deeply at her.

His gaze seemed to hold a host of unusual emotions.

"Don’t resist me."

His voice was mellow and deep, like aged wine, intoxicating and impossible to refuse.

Mia Kane was caught off guard by a sudden feeling of weightlessness, followed by a sharp pain.

She opened her eyes in a daze, staring at the ceiling.

"How did this happen?"

She muttered to herself and sat up. There was no sign of Adrian Preston in the room. She had been alone the entire time.

’She couldn’t believe she’d dreamed of Adrian Preston. In the dream, his eyes seemed full of stories, as if he wanted to tell her something, but he remained silent—deep and cold—just staring at her.’

’What on earth had the Adrian in her dream wanted to say?’

Mia Kane went to the bathroom. Looking at her own flushed face in the mirror, she felt a little embarrassed.

’They say you dream at night of what you think of by day. Wasn’t seeing Adrian Preston every day enough? Why did she have to dream about him in the middle of the night, too? Thinking about the hazy, intimate scene from the dream, Mia Kane’s face began to burn uncontrollably.’

She quickly took a shower, which helped clear her head.

She immediately slapped her cheeks, trying to banish the thought.

’How sinful!’

She didn’t dare go back to sleep. She decided to go downstairs for a walk to get some fresh air and purify her mind.

But as soon as she stepped out of her room, she saw Adrian Preston. Her face instantly flushed red.

Her first instinct was to flee. She spun around to go back into her room but slammed right into the door with a BANG. The impact made her see stars.

Adrian Preston immediately frowned and strode over.

"How can you be so careless? Why would you run into the door?"

"Don’t... don’t touch me..."

Mia Kane felt his large hand close around her wrist as he tried to move her hand away to check the injury.

His palms were covered in a thick layer of calluses, the mark of years of training.

She could feel the stark contrast between his rough calluses and her own delicate skin.

Like a frightened bird, she retreated several steps.

"I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me... I’m fine..."

She repeated herself, quickly moving past him to head downstairs.

Adrian Preston, worried about her, started to follow, but she stopped him.

"I’m just going downstairs to get some air. Don’t follow me. I... I want to be alone."

Mia Kane hurried away as if she were being chased by a wild beast.

Adrian Preston was completely baffled. ’Did I do something to upset her?’

Mia Kane jogged downstairs and out into the courtyard.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and she instantly felt much better. The feverish heat in her body slowly faded away.

It was just that her forehead hurt terribly where a large lump was forming, making her grimace in pain.

’It was just a dream. It wasn’t like she’d actually done anything to Adrian Preston. Did she really need to feel so guilty just from seeing him?’

She silently cursed herself for being so pathetic.

For the next two days, she deliberately avoided Adrian Preston, even applying her own medicine. Yet, the moment she closed her eyes, she couldn’t stop herself from dreaming of him.

Fortunately, they weren’t all erotic dreams; sometimes they were just a nonsensical jumble.

After dreaming about Adrian Preston so many times, she stopped caring as much. They were just dreams, after all, and it wasn’t like he would ever know.

She could finally act normally around Adrian Preston.

When Adrian Preston asked what had been wrong with her for the past two days, she just explained that she got her period.

Adrian Preston didn’t stay in her room every single night anymore. He’d stay over every few days, but sometimes, when he worked late in the study, he would sleep in another room so as not to disturb her.

This arrangement was perfectly reasonable, so no one would suspect a thing.

Adrian Preston had been very busy recently and hadn’t come to her room for several days in a row, which actually put her a little more at ease.

She was drifting in and out of sleep when she heard a noise.

She blearily opened her eyes and saw a figure in the room.

Adrian Preston had finished work early tonight and had come over to rest. He had just stepped out of the shower.

He had been moving quietly, afraid of waking her, but she had woken up anyway.

"Did I wake you?" he asked.

Mia Kane propped her head up, not yet fully awake. She stared blankly at him, wrapped only in a bath towel, his hair still damp.

’Tsk, tsk. The perks in these dreams are getting better and better.’

’She’d noticed that some of her dreams were very intimate, but the two of them never took that final step.’

’She had even looked it up online once: you can’t dream about things you’ve never experienced.’

’Although she had sexual experience, it hadn’t been a pleasant one. She had been drugged, and the whole thing was a confusing blur in her memory.’

’That was why she couldn’t fully visualize that part of the dream.’

’She hadn’t paid it much mind, but today’s dream was remarkably realistic.’

"Come here."

She wasn’t fully awake yet, her expression drowsy, like a lazy little kitten.

Adrian Preston didn’t know what she was up to, but he walked over anyway.

He hadn’t expected that the moment he stood by the bed, Mia Kane would reach out and run her hand firmly across his abs.

"They really are like a washboard! Can you open a bottle cap with your abs? Show me, won’t you?"

The tips of Adrian Preston’s ears turned an unnatural shade of red, and his brow furrowed deeply.

"Mia Kane, stop fooling around. You made it clear you were rejecting me."

Hearing this, Mia Kane couldn’t help but mutter to herself.

’The Adrian in this dream is so realistic today.’

’But it’s my dream, and I’m in charge.’

Her hands started to wander, touching his chest, then his waist.