Looking back now, it just seems like trouble.
Especially facing Camden River, I feel even more guilty.
He's so proud and aloof, unwilling to say even a single word of love, let alone considering her past.
She's really not a good girl, messy, with an unclear private life.
The pressure suddenly came.
Windsor Myres was lost in thought, when suddenly her phone rang.
It was WeChat.
She looked down and tapped in, staring at the photo on the screen, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
It was an intimate photo of her and that man from earlier, in bed.
The two of them were in a hotel; she was wearing only a tank top, lying on the bed, taking a selfie with duck lips kissing.
What was she thinking at that time?
The cleavage was deep, seemingly truly tempting.
Windsor Myres pressed her hand on her forehead, took a deep breath, and felt a bit flustered.
A message popped up.
