The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 680 - 699: Either Love or Death (8)

He wouldn’t seek revenge behind her back; when venting his emotions, he’d do it right in front of her.

Everyone understands him, but only she could truly manage him.

It’s because of love.

She doesn’t believe in the nonsense of loving someone by letting them go.

If you love someone, you should be together.

She will treat him well, be a good girlfriend, and in the future, be a good wife, mother, and daughter-in-law, and that’s enough.

Anyway, Camden River isn’t from Cloud Capital.

At worst, she could just follow him back to his hometown.

Starting anew is sometimes not that difficult.

Windsor Myres stood there, pondering for a long while, sighed, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

One hand touched Camden River’s face.

Camden River awoke, pressed his thin lips together, and looked at her.

"Get up," Windsor Myres said, "Check-out is at twelve."

Camden River didn’t say anything.

Windsor Myres continued, "Should we extend for another day?"

"No need." Camden River sighed, pressed his forehead with one hand, sat up, and hugged her tightly.

Windsor Myres hugged him back.

"Why did you kiss someone else?" Camden River asked.

"I had no choice," Windsor Myres murmured, "He had intimate photos from our past and promised to return them if I had a meal with him."

Camden River was silent for a moment, "I believe you."

"Hmm."

"I will take responsibility," Camden River said again, "I will love you well, take care of you, treat you right, marry you. I’m sorry for what happened last night."

"I was willing."

"I know."

They were silent again for a while.

Camden River let her go, picked up clothes from the side, and put them on piece by piece.

Then went to freshen up.

——

Quarter past twelve.

The two left the hotel and walked towards the school.

They didn’t have a meal.

Windsor Myres felt a bit of discomfort, but it wasn’t serious; she pressed her lips and kept up with Camden River’s pace.

Camden River soon noticed, slowed down, and accommodated her steps,

He’s not someone to shirk responsibility; although it was Windsor Myres who brought him to the hotel last night, he consented.

He has a stubborn and chauvinistic side to his personality, which he actually inherited from his father.

He was born late in life, and his father was ten years older than his mother, always authoritative at home, a mountain-like figure for the family to rely on.

Since childhood, whenever they went out, his father always carried everything.

His mother just had to hold his hand as they walked.

All family expenses were covered by his father alone; heavy and tiring work was all managed by him, even the household chores were handled by him promptly.

His father was a true man, his chauvinism both stubborn and endearing.

A figure of respect, worship, and lifelong idol.

He was deeply influenced by him.

Many habits, like maintaining dignity and protecting his woman, seem instinctual, ingrained into his very being.

He softly asked Windsor Myres, and Windsor Myres softly replied, "I’m okay."