Chapter 1209 - 1236: Do You Like It? (2)

Chapter 1209: Chapter 1236: Do You Like It? (2)

She suddenly remembered a lot of things.

At first, she didn’t understand, but later, after experiencing many things, she suddenly realized that her uncle, whom she thought was omnipotent, had always loved but never obtained.

His marriage was a tragedy in name only, and although his biological daughter was named Cohen Cox, she received little attention from him, nearly invisible in the Myres Family. Meanwhile, Leila Jackson, who was the same age as her, received all the love from their uncle.

Yet—

It’s frustrating to talk about it.

The Little Cat, who could effortlessly garner affection with a pout, was always trying to cling to her cold brother Odin Myres, only to be shut out time and time again.

See, even those who seem happiest always have something they yearn for but cannot attain.

In her memory—

That whole life, she stayed in her own ivory tower, licking the bittersweet pangs of unrequited love, only to later discover that neither her uncle, who she relied on since childhood, nor her brother, who was her nearest companion, were living easily or happily either.

It’s a pity that when she finally understood, she had no opportunity to console or accompany them.

Subconsciously—

Maeve Myres pressed a hand to her heart and sighed deeply.

Thankfully she was still just in time.

At this moment, she was suddenly eager to go home, the Myres Family, that’s her true home.

As for Caiden Ward, what to do? She was completely at a loss.

Right now, amid the bustling atmosphere, hearing waves of laughter around her, she merely felt helpless and lost.

"Maeve?"

Mia Ginger called out several times, noticing her finally coming to her senses, voiced concern: "Are you feeling unwell? Is there someplace that’s uncomfortable? Do you want to rest for a while?"

"I..."

Maeve Myres hesitated for two seconds, nodding: "I’m a bit tired, I’d like to sleep for a while."

"Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?" Mia Ginger glanced at Sister Turner who just walked over, explaining a little apologetically, "This girl just recovered from a fever."

"Should I get the thermometer then?"

Before Sister Turner finished speaking, Maeve Myres hurriedly replied, "No need, Sister Turner, I’m not having a fever, just a bit tired, and I don’t want to eat anything, resting for a while will be fine."

"Then?" Sister Turner tilted her head to look at Mia Ginger, "Should I take her upstairs to rest?"

"I’ll join you."

Mia Ginger stood up as she spoke, accompanied by the two, Maeve Myres went upstairs.

Since Camden River and Sister Turner just moved in, the guest room wasn’t prepared, naturally, Sister Turner arranged Maeve Myres in her room, watching her lie down, thoughtfully handing over the plush toy Camden just bought.

Maeve Myres, dealing with heartache, smiled and chatted with the two for a bit, then closed her eyes to rest.

Sister Turner carefully closed the door and supported Mia Ginger to go downstairs.

Mia Ginger lowered her head slightly, walked two steps, and said softly: "Are you and Camden River sleeping in separate rooms?"

Sister Turner paused, "Yes."

"His idea?" Mia Ginger asked tentatively, inexplicably feeling a bit irritated.

She’s not someone who meddles deeply in others’ affairs, especially not in private matters, but since college, her relationship with Camden River had indeed been good. His current change made her feel frustrated with no way to grasp.

The Camden River she knew was patient, responsible, gentle, and introverted. He appeared distant, but was actually filled with a sense of justice, and also kind-hearted.

But now this...

She didn’t want to watch Camden River become that worldly and selfish person.

Moreover, her feelings about Sister Turner were also complex.

Due to Windsor Myres, she had always been a spectator in their matters, but Sister Turner’s behavior always made her feel empathetic, unrequitedly loving someone high above; this feeling she knew all too well, even though now Koa Jackson was incredibly good to her, those past feelings occasionally still surface.