Chapter 1162 - 1189: Nothing to Do With Me (2)

Chapter 1162: Chapter 1189: Nothing to Do With Me (2)

A group of people arrived at nine in the evening, possibly because it was the weekend, and the bar was quite lively.

Rosy Harris wasn’t a heavy drinker, so after having two drinks with two colleagues around her, she stopped and sat idly at the edge of the sofa, starting to regret it a little.

After all—

She had been a well-behaved girl from childhood, and she couldn’t quickly get used to such an environment.

It was too noisy.

After sitting for about half an hour, Rosy wanted to leave.

She stood up, and her gaze involuntarily landed on a spot, her expression slightly stunned.

Windsor Myres was drinking with a guy she didn’t recognize at a nearby seat. The guy seemed rather refined, with clean, shiny black hair, a face that was slightly square, a tall nose, and he wore a thin black jacket over his T-shirt, sitting there looking at her drink, with a caring expression.

Who is he?

Rosy looked closely for a couple of seconds, feeling a bit conflicted.

She had come to Cloud Capital with Camden River, and they had chatted a little more on the plane. Camden River seemed to have spoken quite protectively of Windsor Myres, yet here was Windsor drinking with someone else?

Though, knowing her character, playing in a bar should be pretty normal.

But Rosy found it hard to accept.

After all—

The guy she was currently dating was Camden River.

Who was Camden River? The quietest, most self-possessed guy in their school, someone both teachers and students saw as restrained and self-disciplined, exceptional, like an edelweiss blooming atop a mountain, unable to suffer even a hint of pollution or desecration.

She considered herself confident but still never gathered the courage to confess.

Simply out of fear of rejection.

She was proud, but Camden River had an aura that made people feel inferior, most guys subconsciously behaved more politely and orderly in his presence, and most girls loved him dearly yet had no courage to confess.

There are some people in this world, admired and worshipped by their peers since birth.

Camden River was one of them.

She thought she understood Camden River, yet she still couldn’t fathom how a guy like him could be drawn to a girl like Windsor Myres?

Logically—

A girl like Windsor Myres should be someone he avoided most.

The sight pricked her eyes a bit.

Indeed—

Her gaze now fell on Caiden Ward because she wasn’t a girl lost in fantasy. She did well academically, had high standards, came from a good background, and in love, she’d weigh and judge, choosing a path more beneficial to her life.

If there was a possibility to be with Caiden Ward, she certainly wouldn’t keep entangling with Camden River.

Especially since Camden River didn’t love her.

But—

That didn’t mean she could simply put Camden River behind her.

A girl’s first love is always unforgettable, especially when it’s a crush from a memorable time.

She admired Camden River.

Back in school, at many occasions, watching him give speeches from the podium as the student representative, she too, like a lovestruck girl, fantasized about his gaze resting on her, imagined his elegant thin lips uttering words of love, fantasized a brief kiss.

Even now, thinking back, the feelings of excitement from back then seemed childish, yet she still couldn’t bear seeing Windsor Myres drinking with other guys.

What’s it like, then?

You once had a male idol who lived in your most beautiful memory.

But when you grew up, you found that his girlfriend was not a goddess, but a seductive enchantress.

Ironically, to some extent, you could barely be considered a goddess in others’ eyes.