CHAPTER 420: CHAPTER 431 I’M DALLAS TAYLOR (4)

Camden River stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and turned slightly, saying, "I’ll wring a towel to clean your wound."

"Oh." Windsor Myres suddenly laughed, relaxing.

Camden River pressed his thin lips together, looked at her with a complex expression, rubbed his forehead, and went to the bathroom.

After a while—

The sound of water abruptly stopped, and he came out.

Holding a towel, he half-squatted in front of Windsor Myres, supporting her injured calf with one hand, gently wiping it. His lips remained pressed together, his face expressionless, looking extremely cold.

"Hey."

"..."

"Hey!"

After calling out twice, Windsor Myres finally caught his eye.

"Don’t be angry," Windsor Myres shook his shoulder with one hand, and before she could say another word, she sneezed loudly.

Camden River took a deep breath, got up to find the air conditioning remote, and directly set the temperature to twenty-six degrees.

He took the towel and went to the bathroom again.

This time he wrung a warm towel and wiped her calf and both hands clean.

After finishing everything, he sat on another sofa not far from Windsor Myres, staring blankly.

In his urgency, he directly requested a standard room; the receptionist, tired, casually gave them a king bed room.

One bed, how to sleep?

The room temperature slowly rose.

Windsor Myres glanced at him, got up, approached him, half-knelt, laying on his legs, and looking up said, "It was my fault earlier, just think of it as my mistake, okay? If you don’t want to do it, we won’t, but please don’t be angry because of this, okay?"

"Little Windsor." Camden River didn’t push her away, instead he looked down at her and softly said, "Let’s break up, okay?"

"..." Windsor Myres was taken aback.

Looking at his calm, handsome face, she suddenly felt a little flustered.

She was used to pushing him, hurting him, provoking him, always feeling accomplished whenever she saw him emotionally unsettled.

It was like being valued.

Camden River usually addressed her by her full name.

There was only once, when they kissed in the snow on Christmas, he gently and tenderly called her "Little Windsor."

But now—

He’s calling her that and actually wants... to break up?

Despite how surprising their beginning was, this was the first time the breakup was being said face-to-face.

"No." Windsor Myres looked at him, shook her head, saying, "I don’t want to break up."

"Do you think we’re suitable?" Camden River reasoned with her, slowly, patiently, saying, "No one is in a relationship like ours. ..."

Before he could finish, Windsor Myres suddenly stood up and kissed him.

She had been proactive many times, but had never kissed him this cautiously, tentatively.

Windsor Myres wrapped her arms around his waist, naturally sitting on his lap, kissed him quietly for a while, slowly withdrew, looked into his eyes, and softly said, "You like me too. Camden River, you like me too, don’t you? I don’t believe you don’t have feelings for me, please don’t break up, okay? I don’t want to hear it."

She didn’t want to hear, and had never heard such words.

In the past, it was always her who swiftly ended relationships, breakup words were only ever spoken by her.