Camden River yanked her wrist, directly throwing her out.
Windsor Myres was caught off guard, stumbling once, and heavily fell on the uneven floor tiles.
One hand supported on the ground to get up, and for a long while, she just couldn't stand.
A large patch on her tender, white calf got scraped, and soon, blood started to ooze out.
Camden River froze in disbelief.
He stopped moving forward.
He was filled with anger, wanting to teach her a lesson, but absolutely did not intend for her to get hurt.
By nature, he was righteous and strong. Seeing a girl get hurt, he always felt guilty.
No matter how much justified he felt, it all turned into guilt.
A cold wind blew by, dissipating some of Camden River's anger. He looked down at her from above, and after a moment, helplessly sighed, bent over to pick her up, and softly said, "Sorry, it wasn't on purpose."
