Chapter 339 - 345 Love on the Right Track (2)
"I do." Camden River laughed coldly, "None of your business!"
"I’m your girlfriend, who else would care about you if not me!" Windsor Myres spoke as if it was obvious.
Camden River was so mad he laughed, sneeringly said, "Girlfriend? I don’t have such a shameless girlfriend like you!"
"Shameless?" Windsor Myres frowned and considered his choice of word, looked at him steadily, then suddenly laughed, squinting her eyes, "Are you jealous?"
"..." Camden River breathed heavily, looking at her, almost fainting.
He had never met such a self-righteous girl who couldn’t understand him before.
Too lazy to speak, Camden River lowered his head, and forcefully pried her hand off him.
Before her hand was pried off, Windsor Myres suddenly jumped up, wrapping her long, nimble legs around his waist, her arms immediately hugged his neck, clinging to him like a monkey.
Realizing it, Camden River’s anger surged from his feet upward.
He reached out to pry apart her hands.
Windsor Myres clutched his neck, her hands behind her, making it quite difficult for him to loosen her grip.
He had to look up to talk to her.
He was losing it.
Camden River angrily said, "Windsor Myres! Get down now!"
"No." Windsor Myres favored watching his frantic look, considering no one was around during class time, she casually shook her legs, kicking off the little leather boots.
The boots made a dull sound hitting the floor, tumbling down the stairs.
"Windsor!"
Camden River was almost going insane, shouting her name before Windsor Myres lowered her head,
and he was kissed forcefully again.
Camden River could barely express his feelings with words.
He turned his head to evade her kiss.
Camden River became a mess.
He also felt a thrill.
Anger, embarrassment, shame...
And so many other emotions surged up at once, nearly driving him mad.
But secretly, he enjoyed it a bit.
"Hold me tight." Windsor Myres whispered in his ear, suddenly requesting.
Camden River paused, reflexively supporting her.
Her entire weight was in his arms, her rounded curves resting in his hands, Camden River felt his palms burning.
Just about to let go, Windsor Myres said again, "Don’t let go."
"Get down." Camden River said helplessly, "I’m not afraid of you. Just get down."
"No." Windsor Myres moved her lips to his lips, murmuring softly, "Please don’t be mad, okay? Don’t be mad, it was all my fault, but isn’t it all because of you? Who told you to treat me like that."
"How did I treat you?" Camden River retorted.
"You just didn’t treat me right." Windsor Myres clung tightly to his neck, teased, "You weren’t kind to me so I made you angry. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry..."
As she spoke, somehow,
Camden River opened his mouth, she held him tight.
Camden River went stiff.
Holding her, he found it absurd, yet felt anger, helplessness, shame, and yet, there was a bit of unspeakable heartache.
Perhaps because her tone earlier was just too gentle and subdued.