Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333: Still Dare Not Write a Title Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333: Still Dare Not Write a Title “Why is it that he just can’t remember a single detail from the past? If only he could remember, all problems would be easily solved!”

“Don’t mention the past, the Clayton Howard of the past is dead! The man standing before you now is Lewis Harrison, and I,” he paused, his gaze fixed firmly on the woman in front of him, his crimson eyes blazing with an intensity that was hard to discern as either rage or deep pain, “will never touch a dirty woman like you again.”

Her words struck Camila Walker like a sharp, icy sword piercing her chest.

All her persistence, all her unwillingness to give up, in this moment, completely shattered.

Tears stopped, the ache in her heart stopped. Looking at the man before her, she realized how utterly unrecognizable he had become.

She was dirty…

Yes, she was indeed a tainted woman; she had been from the very beginning.

The dream had ended, and Clayton Howard could never return. Everything should be like awakening from a dream.

She no longer insisted, no longer hoped. Everything was over.

Tears in her eyes turned to ice, unable to flow, yet her heart was bleeding.

Seeing the coldness and ruthlessness flickering in the man’s eyes, Camila’s face turned ashen. She turned around without saying anything and dragged her luggage step by step toward the villa’s front door.

Watching her departing silhouette, Nina Adams smirked triumphantly and followed immediately after.

Stepping out of the courtyard, she heard Nina’s voice behind her, “After all, you still lost to me.”

Camila’s body tensed, but she didn’t turn around. Instead, a second later, she continued to walk forward.

Had she lost? If she had indeed lost, it wasn’t to Nina Adams, but to fate.

Watching her retreating figure gradually disappear in front of the carved main gate, Nina Adams’ lips curled into a sneer, and then she couldn’t help but shiver.

Today’s weather was indeed bone-chillingly cold.

Dragging her weary steps, Camila aimlessly wandered the main street.

She didn’t know how long she had been walking, nor did she feel any fatigue. In the sky, snowflakes still drifted down. Her coat draped over her left arm, but she felt not a hint of cold.

Unsure of how much time had passed, she was abruptly brought back to her senses by the screeching brake sounds of a car stopping beside her. She only saw a head poking out from the car window, followed by a string of Korean curses.

“Woman, are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

Glancing at the man inside the car, Camila’s gaze was icy. She then casually walked past the black sedan and continued on as if nothing had happened.

She kept walking forward, in this vast world, yet she did not know where to go.

Finally, as if wearied by the walk, she stopped and raised her eyes to look at the flourishing downtown area.

Here, there was no longer any reason for her to stay. She had to return to her country, back to Belinda Howard’s side.

She had nothing, but at least, she had the memories Clayton Howard left her with, and Belinda Howard!

With that thought, she seemed to snap back to clarity and turned to walk back!

However, just as she turned, at the crossroads, the red light turned on. A sports car speeding down the road came roaring up, followed by a harsh brake sound, and Camila fell to the ground in a bit of panic.

“Damn! Don’t you have eyes when you walk?!” A man got out of the sports car, seeing the woman who had suddenly turned and dashed onto the roadway. Now he couldn’t help being a bit angry!