In the mornings, he even changed up the ways to coax her into eating.
Though it might have seed like he was eager for a child, to so extent, he really was considering her health.
Maybe that’s why she softened, able to understand how much the elder worried for Denver Petal, and casually agreed to act along earlier.
But—
Olivia Williams felt increasingly uneasy, her tone stiff: "Mr. Petal, we can’t keep going like this!"
"Why not?" Denver Petal replied, arms crossed behind his head, looking at her pleasantly.
"Soday the act will be exposed, and your mother is so keen on having a grandchild. But I definitely can’t conceive, so she’ll eventually be disappointed, perhaps even increasingly so. That’s not all; as long as I have no child, we’ll have to keep staying at ho, and she’ll make drink tonic soup every day, which is also improper!"
Olivia spoke with a frown, the more she talked, the worse it seed, a bit guilty too.
"If you don’t want to drink it, then forget it. I’ll tell her tomorrow." Denver said nonchalantly.
Olivia: "..."
That’s totally not the point, alright?!
She almost wanted to curse. Denver was completely impervious to reasoning.
Every ti, he manages to evade the subject perfectly.
"Anything else?" Denver glanced at her, eyes narrowing, as her expression shifted again and again.
"No." Olivia replied crossly and lay back down.
She had to work tomorrow, right?
All because of this, it was past one and she hadn’t slept yet!
Absolutely crazy!
—
anwhile, at Cloud Capital University.
Below the dormitory building.
Windsor Myres, Camden River, and Roy Anders, along with another, were still there.
Most students had returned to school before midnight, but Windsor refused to go up.
She wouldn’t go up, pulling at Camden’s sleeve, so Camden couldn’t go up either.
With Camden staying, Roy kept watching them. Sohow, he didn’t want to return to the dormitory either.
Only then did Roy realize sothing was amiss, and he didn’t go up to sleep.
The four of them sat by the flower bed on the side of the shaded path below the dormitory.
It was soon past one.
It was a bit cold at night, Windsor wore a knit sweater, hugging her arms, shivering, her heart aching, unable to hold it in anymore, she looked at Camden beside her, who remained silent.
Returning from the KTV to school, Camden hadn’t said a word all the way.
Whether he was alright, his lips were still injured.
Windsor glanced at him, her heart aching deeply, gently reaching out to touch his hand, "Camden..."
Her tone was apologetic to the extre.
She knew it was her fault, no matter the reason, declaring herself Dallas Taylor’s woman in front of him, then being kissed by another man, was already such a humiliation and hurt for him.
From start to finish, she was constantly hurting him.
With a conquering spirit, she forcefully kissed him, step by step, compelled him to accept her feelings.
Never considering his feelings.
He, so clean and outstanding, proud and restrained, yet because of her, ti and ti again beca the laughing stock of the entire school, watched for amusent, repeatedly infuriated, forced to change.
She always held her head high, but in truth, what did she really have?
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