Chapter 1146 - 1173: Should Be Not Bad (3)

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1173: Should Be Not Bad (3)

Camden River jerked his hand back violently, his entire body swaying with the force.

Windsor Myres was afraid he might tear open the wound, so she held his hand tightly, not daring to pull.

Camden River opened his eyes to look at her, and slowly, word by word, he said, "I know you are willing to die for me."

From the moment she attempted to jump off the building, it was obvious, wasn’t it?

But now, he only felt disgust.

Strangely, when a person starts to hate another, that’s how he felt towards Windsor Myres. Looking at her only amused him, so much so that even the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl into a smile.

He looked at Windsor Myres and said slowly, "But your life no longer holds value for me."

Windsor Myres stiffened with disbelief, staring at him.

She had never seen Camden River this cold.

He spoke those words with a faint smile at the corner of his lips, appearing indifferent yet serious.

"I know you’re angry..."

Windsor Myres spoke in a low voice, unsure of what to say as she looked at him.

She was very frustrated, wondering why she wasn’t the one who took the knife for him last night. If it had been her, he wouldn’t be like this now; he would feel guilty, blame himself, and forgive her. No matter what, they wouldn’t have split apart.

Even—

The issue with Ali Harris could be disregarded.

Camden River was the kind of person most full of compassion; as long as she was hurt, he could easily forgive her.

Windsor Myres glanced at the unconscious Tong Tong, her gaze shifting slightly.

Camden River seemed to understand her thoughts, his lips curving into a mocking smile, his gaze extremely cold. Just as Windsor Myres understood him, he understood her.

She was determined and fearless, never afraid of death. Life, such a precious thing, was like a bargaining chip for her. She could use it to gamble for what she truly wanted. Hadn’t he been shocked by such actions from her before?

Did Windsor Myres jump off the building because she loved him?

No, it was to possess him.

The two of them were strangers, barely even knowing each other, yet she used suicide as blackmail. Didn’t he understand from the start?

She sacrificed her life to be with him, not out of deep love.

It was a game.

And she had won.

Ha, haha.

Camden River only found it laughable as he turned his gaze aside, unwilling to communicate.

How wonderful.

Now, it was him lying in the hospital bed, not Windsor Myres. He no longer had to endure feelings of responsibility, so-called guilt, or various reasons to convince himself to tolerate, to accept, to accommodate. If Windsor Myres had been the one injured, he would rather die in her place.

With such complex emotions, Camden River turned his face naturally towards Tong Tong.

Her face was terrifyingly pale, void of any color, lying quietly with closed eyes and pressed lips, as if in deep sleep.

But—

Her delicate brows were furrowed, looking very distressed.

Was it because of the pain?

Camden River thought wearily, watching her, his heart slowly calming down.

He had never let his gaze linger on Tong Tong too long, but now he looked at her delicate and refined face, with a focused and serious expression, his gaze even somewhat unabashed, as if sizing up his own possession.

Tong Tong had liked him for many years; loving someone meant giving and accommodating, a kind of torment, he knew.