His feelings for Mia Ginger had faded somewhat, while his emotions toward Windsor Myres grew increasingly complex—mixed with both love and hate, anger and frustration. She could repeatedly provoke him, yet somehow, often managed to make him inexplicably feel a little heartache.
The complexity of that love deepened, and he tried to be with her.
Willing to compromise, willing to be accommodating, he started going out with her, adopting the identity of her boyfriend.
When it came to settling the bill, carrying heavy items, dining, or shopping, he catered to her preferences, respecting her.
What more could she want?
This was his current limit. Because of her requests, he could postpone going home by two days after exams, even when Windsor Myres was displeased,
but he absolutely could not accept what just happened.
How could it be?
Mia Ginger was in the room, just separated by a door. Whatever happened between them was completely exposed to her.
Forget Mia Ginger.
