CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 432 I AM DALLAS TAYLOR (5)

Camden River spoke.

For the first time, she felt scared.

She had never met a guy as good as him before.

In today’s society, where could she find someone as calm and self-disciplined as him?

Windsor Myres hugged his neck, snuggled against him with a complicated heart, buried her face into him, and somehow, tears started falling.

The tears trickled down Camden River’s neck, staining his skin. Camden quickly felt it, holding her slightly trembling shoulders, and suddenly he couldn’t speak.

"Please, don’t break up with me?" Windsor Myres choked out, whispering in his ear.

Camden River opened his mouth but couldn’t speak for a while, his throat felt blocked. After a pause, he closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Little Windsor, we..."

"You can’t abandon me." Windsor Myres interrupted him.

Camden River’s fingers tightened on her shoulders, gently moving her away from his embrace, looking into her eyes, and said, "You know... where in the world is there someone as unreasonable as you who forces things like this..."

"I love you." Windsor Myres blocked his lips again.

Camden River was stunned, turned her slightly, and pushed her back on the sofa, kissing her deeply.

The room was very quiet. He kissed her with his eyes closed, Windsor Myres closed her eyes too, tears streaming down, reaching both of their lips.

Salty, bitter, slightly warm.

Camden River kissed for a long time, finally letting her go, staring at her slightly swollen lips.

He requested, "Don’t do what you did just now, okay?"

"I thought you definitely wanted to." Windsor Myres looked at him, feeling wronged, "You’re so thin-skinned, I thought you were just unwilling to say it."

"..." Camden River glanced at her, and suddenly said, "You know a lot about men?"

Windsor Myres was taken aback, looking at him, suddenly fell silent.

Even a bit at a loss.

She had never thought about this issue; before Camden brought it up, she never considered this when they were together.

Her past...

That filthy, chaotic past, she had never thought about it at all.

Someone like Camden River would definitely mind, right?

"I..." Windsor Myres opened her mouth, and after a while, she couldn’t utter a single word.

Camden River turned his head, took a deep breath, then turned back, looking at her seriously and said, "The past is the past, there’s no point in talking much about it. What I want to say is, I am me, those men you knew in the past are not me. Since you chose me, you should know that I am different from those people."

Windsor Myres looked at him, biting her lip.

Camden River reached out and cupped her face, continuing, "Love me in a different way, can you do that?"

"..." Windsor Myres seemed a bit dull, stared at him motionlessly, hesitatingly asked, "Love?"

"Yes." Camden River leaned forward, hugged her tightly, and planted a kiss on her enchanting long hair.

"You love me?" Windsor Myres was still incredulous, asking softly.

"I do." This time Camden River hesitated no longer, laughed in a low voice, "You’ve driven yourself to extremes for me, how can I not take responsibility for you? Pushed me to this extent, really, except for you, there’s no one else."

Windsor Myres laughed through her tears in his embrace.

Camden River lifted her up gently and placed her on the bed.