CHAPTER 418: CHAPTER 429 I AM DALLAS TAYLOR (2)

His feelings for Mia Ginger had faded somewhat, while his emotions toward Windsor Myres grew increasingly complex—mixed with both love and hate, anger and frustration. She could repeatedly provoke him, yet somehow, often managed to make him inexplicably feel a little heartache.

The complexity of that love deepened, and he tried to be with her.

Willing to compromise, willing to be accommodating, he started going out with her, adopting the identity of her boyfriend.

When it came to settling the bill, carrying heavy items, dining, or shopping, he catered to her preferences, respecting her.

What more could she want?

This was his current limit. Because of her requests, he could postpone going home by two days after exams, even when Windsor Myres was displeased,

but he absolutely could not accept what just happened.

How could it be?

Mia Ginger was in the room, just separated by a door. Whatever happened between them was completely exposed to her.

Forget Mia Ginger.

Actually, he couldn’t tolerate anyone in there.

Windsor Myres’s actions had completely enraged and trampled his boundaries.

Especially since she uttered words that shamed him.

Hypocritical?

Ha, to hell with hypocrisy.

He was indeed hypocritical.

Camden River walked and pondered, becoming increasingly angry. His blood boiled and flowed in reverse; he faced forward, clenching his fists so hard he didn’t even feel the cold. He just hoped to leave quickly, and furthermore, hoped never to be harassed by Windsor Myres again.

He was outright sick!

He must have lost his mind to foolishly agree to be with her!

As Camden River thought resentfully, deeply absorbed, suddenly a flustered voice rang beside his ear, "Camden River!"

Did Windsor Myres follow him downstairs?

This thought just crossed his mind, and he quickened his pace even more.

Windsor Myres, wearing slippers, swiftly ran ahead of him and blocked his way.

Camden River was taken aback fiercely.

Windsor Myres hadn’t even donned a jacket; she simply wore a paper-thin strap nightdress and dashed downstairs.

"You’re crazy!" Camden River was infuriated.

"Who’s crazy here, you or me? Running around in the middle of the night—what is this? Is it necessary to blow things out of proportion to break up?" Windsor Myres looked up at him. Perhaps because of the cold, her teeth chattered and her whole body trembled violently.

"I don’t want to argue with you right now. Hurry back. I’m staying outside tonight, not going up." Inside, Camden River had the very responsible and dutiful side of a man; seeing her shiver, he suppressed even the greatest anger and said in a deep voice.

"I’m not going back unless you go up with me," Windsor Myres stubbornly replied.

"I said I’m not going up!"

"Wherever you go, I go!"

"Windsor Myres, enough is enough!" Camden River took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"I’m not breaking up with you!" Windsor Myres glared at him, repeating word by word, "Camden River, I’m not breaking up with you. You shouldn’t even think about it..."

Camden River gazed deeply at her, sensing the brewing storm.

Windsor Myres’s beautiful eyes squinted, and she suddenly smiled, "

"..." Camden River was utterly dumbfounded and enraged by her.