Chapter 1112 - 1139: Hire a Nutritionist (1)

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1139: Hire a Nutritionist (1)

Windsor Myres was in a good mood, humming a song as she went upstairs.

As soon as Camden River opened the door, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and asked with a smile, "I want to get a dog. What do you think?"

A dog?

Camden River was already overwhelmed. Hearing this, he naturally frowned, his voice cold and stiff, "Given our current situation, who’s going to take care of the dog? You? Aren’t you planning to work?"

They had just had a good talk last night, and now, it didn’t take long for her to change her mind.

Camden River took a deep breath, pulled her by the arm into the living room, and asked in a questioning tone, "Did you spend three hundred thousand on these things?"

"Yes, mostly on the watches." Windsor Myres walked over to find a shopping bag, shook it twice in front of him, and said with her chin raised, "This pair of couple’s watches cost more than two hundred thousand, and it was the store’s anniversary sale price."

As she spoke, she took out the watch box and showed the pair of couple’s watches to Camden River.

Who would have thought—

Camden River wasn’t looking at the watches at all; he was still staring intently at her face, his voice cold, "Windsor Myres!"

It was only then that Windsor Myres realized his attitude was unusual, holding the watch box in her hands, bewildered.

Camden River said word by word, "A pair of watches for over two hundred thousand, clothes and shoes totaling more than a hundred thousand, combined over three hundred thousand, and you bought these things in less than three hours. How much do you think you can earn in three hours?"

Windsor Myres: "..."

She’d never had to earn money her whole life.

The Myres Family had endless wealth. Cesar Myres was stingy with affection but always generous with money. As a lady of the Myres Family, she had been pampered all her life, never lifting a finger; why would she need to earn money?

Camden River’s face was serious, his eyes full of endurance and coldness, what was he trying to do?

The initial warmth in Windsor Myres’s heart cooled down.

Her eyes swept over the shopping bags of all sizes on the sofa, and she found them uninteresting, saying sullenly, "It’s not like I’m spending your money excessively, right? Why are you so angry? Besides, I snuck out. I didn’t bring any clothes with me, so what’s the harm in buying some clothes and shoes?"

"You spent one-tenth of the savings on your card in one day. Tell me, what are you going to do with the remaining nine-tenths? Spend it all in nine days?"

"I didn’t say that." Windsor Myres sat down on the sofa, biting her lip, "I just had a bad day and wanted to treat myself. Job hunting is so annoying, can’t I relax a little?"

"What about the job?"

"Didn’t I say?" Windsor Myres was getting a bit impatient, "Four or five thousand a month, what’s that enough for? When I worked at my mom’s restaurant, I made tens of thousands a month."

Camden River pressed his thumb against his forehead and turned to sit on the sofa.

He had prepared a long speech with many reasons to tell her, but seeing her looking so justified, he only felt helpless.

Windsor Myres had been used to enjoying life; she found it hard to understand what giving meant, what earning meant.

After all, she had always reaped without sown.

Understanding this, Camden River’s rising anger gradually subsided. He looked at Windsor Myres and asked, in that patient, helpless tone, "When are you planning to go back to your mom?"

"I..."

Windsor Myres opened her mouth, unable to speak.

She had already broken with Cherry Lewis, naturally intending to leave her forever.

So—

What did Camden River mean by asking this?

Windsor Myres bit her lip, looking at Camden River, her gaze scrutinizing.

Camden River had been watching her, and at this moment, seeing her seemingly thoughtful, he said unhurriedly, "Since you’ve left your mom, you should be ready to face life alone. But the way you’re acting now, what is this? Secretly transferring the money under your name early to use it for your living expenses for the rest of your life? How long do you think this money will last you? And after it’s gone, what will you do?"