Chapter 140 The Sour Taste of Century-Old Vinegar

Vivian Donovan was very self-aware and never thought she would contact Bernard after leaving Westmoor. "You love him so humbly?" Her words made Curtis Huxley truly feel a sense of humility and sadness, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Ah? Love him so humbly..." The sudden words left Vivian Donovan a little confused, but then she suddenly realized that she had told Curtis Huxley that she liked Bernard in order to reject him. This guy is probably overthinking it. Vivian Donovan nodded seriously. "Yes, that's right. But it's not exactly being humble, it's just unrequited love, hehehe." Liking Bernard Jacobson? She would never like such a scumbag in her lifetime. Curtis Huxley's lips curled into a faint smile, his handsome face filled with heartache. His gaze lingered on her, and he gently stroked her dark hair, placing his hand on her head. He sighed wistfully, "Those who suffer unrequited love are the most humble." What was he implying with those words? Vivian Don