Chapter 1057: Hatred

Chapter 1057: Hatred

Camille didn't respond much, her face tensed.

Sienna followed up, "Cami, what if, I mean, what if Ayan knows but

didn't tell you? Would you be mad?"

Camille replied firmly, "No. This whole thing has nothing to do with me,

and I don't care. So, even if Ayan knows and doesn't tell me, I wouldn't

have any feelings about it. I can't let this come between us.”

She was speaking to Sienna, but it was also as if she was convincing

herself that even if Ayan truly knew and didn't tell her, she couldn't have

any emotions about it and certainly shouldn't argue with Ayan because

of it.

However, Page's words kept echoing in Camille's mind, casting an

inexplicable shadow over her mood. She remained tight-lipped, her

expression growing stiffer.

Camille and Sienna didn't stay in the restaurant for long and left for

Franklin Bay together.

On the way back, Camille initiated a conversation, "What do you think,

should I tell Ayan about today?"

Sienna replied, "It's not a big deal. If you want to know the truth about

this, telling him will help him investigate. That way, you won't have to let

your mind wander. Although you say it doesn't matter to you, I know

that you're probably a little worried deep down. Even though you're not

close to them, you've never wanted them to have a tough time."

Sienna saw right through Camille's thoughts. Camille didn't deny or

rush to explain. Because, deep down, she did feel that way.

She admitted, "Even if I don't say anything, he probably knows by now

who I met and had dinner with. He might even know how many grains

of rice I ate.”

Ayan had always arranged for someone to protect her. While

previously, someone would discreetly follow her when she went out,

after the parking garage incident, Ayan grew even more concerned.

Therefore, he had someone accompanying Camille all the time, without

disrupting her social life and personal space.

Sienna glanced around, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Where

are your people?”

Camille couldn't help but find Sienna's reaction amusing. She warned,

“You better act normal. Otherwise, you might get mistaken for having

ulterior motives towards me, and they'll pull you in for questioning. They

might even force you to stop your car."

"Mrs. Simpson, don't say that. Aren't we best friends? You can't let your

bodyguards do something cruel to me. I just haven't seen any

bodyguards, so I wanted to take a look."

Camille smirked, "Alright, you haven't seen any? I'll have Rex hire a

few for you."

Sienna hastily apologized, "I was wrong; I really was. Please, don't.

This guy can be just as crazy as Ayan. These two are like peas in a

pod.”

Of course, she didn't dare to say that Ayan had a high profile, or else

Camille might strangle her. Haha.

After a while, they arrived back at Franklin Bay.

The car stopped in front of Camille's mansion. Sienna glanced at

Camille through the window and asked, "Do you want me to walk you

in?"

Camille replied, "No, thanks!"

"Don't mention it. I was just worried that if the people protecting you

found out I didn't accompany you to Mr. Simpson's, Mr. Simpson might

think less of me and stop offering me benefits."

Camille let out a cold hum, slammed the door shut, and walked straight

into the villa. Sienna followed suit, sharing a laugh before leaving.

As Camille entered the yard, she spotted Ayan's car. It was barely

seven o'clock, so he was back from his engagements rather early. She

thought to herself and continued inside.

When she reached the entrance, she heard Ayan's voice. He was

saying, "Alright, I'll let you know once I've finalized the schedule.”

She didn't catch the other side of the conversation, but Ayan responded

with a couple more 'yeah's before ending the call.

He put his phone down, and his gaze fell on Camille as she entered the

living room. His eyes softened, and his voice was low and husky as he

asked, "You're back. Why was it so quiet?"

Camille replied coolly, “You were too engrossed with your phone call,

you didn't even notice my presence."

She walked over to sit beside Ayan, and he reached out to give her

shoulders a gentle squeeze, his tone teasing. “It was Sophia on the

phone. The Dane City project has entered the mid-phase, and they're

planning an investment event. She wants me to attend.”

"Ah," Camille said, nonchalantly.

Ayan peered at her. "Just an “ah'?"

"What else should I say?" Camille arched an eyebrow, looking into his

eyes. "After all, it's your job. What input can I give?"

"Of course, tell me if you want me to go or not.”

"What if I say I don't want you to go?"

“Then, of course, I won't."

He wasn't just saying it.

Camille quickly added, "You should still go. If Sophia called you, she

probably really needs your presence.”

After all, Sophia was a friend, and Camille got along with her. So she

should help where she could.

When Camille said this, it was just a casual remark.

This was Ayan's job, and he couldn't decide based on her casual

comment.

Camille was worried that Ayan would really take her words to heart, so

she emphasized, "I just said it without thinking. You shouldn't follow my

words; you should make your own decision.”

Seeing Camille's anxious expression, Ayan couldn't resist teasing her.

He said, "But I've already taken your words to heart. After all, a married

man should do what his wife says, right?"

"We're divorced now, so you don't have to follow the rules of a married

man."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Camille was completely unaware of his displeasure until he reached out

and lightly lifted her chin, his eyes narrowing into a cold, straight line.

His voice sounded detached as he said, “You don't seem to care about

my feelings at all. You just casually mention our divorce, right?"

His words were dripping with a strong sense of threat.

Camille's face stiffened momentarily, but she quickly regained her

composure and offered a faint smile. "I didn't mean that. I'm just a bit

worried, afraid you won't go. If that happens, Sophia would despise

me."

"Are you so concerned about what others think? Don't you care about

my feelings at all?"

"Of course, I do.”

"You do?" Ayan huffed lightly, looking at Camille with a displeased

expression. He accused, "I can see that this is exactly how you are."

Camille hurried to appease him, reaching out to gently link her arm with

his, her voice exceptionally tender. "Please don't be angry. I apologize;

I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted that way, alright?"

Camille's proactive apology prevented Ayan from delving further. He

simply asked, "Who are you having dinner with tonight?"

Upon hearing this question, Camille's smile vanished, and she let out a

silent sigh. Her voice carried a hint of desolation as she replied, "I'm

having dinner with the Armstrong family."

"The Armstrong family? They invited you?"

“Yes, but only my mother. She came to the office during the day and

even brought afternoon tea. She claimed it was to apologize to me, but

I don't believe it. I think she's trying to gain my sympathy so that I'll

agree to her requests. So, I agreed to have dinner with her with the

intention of turning down whatever she asks. But, you know what she

told me?"

Camille furrowed her brow, her expression incredulous, which

prompted Ayan to ask, "What did she tell you?"

Camille didn't immediately answer. Instead, she asked the question that

had been bothering her, "Regarding the Armstrong family's matters,

how much do you know? Are there things I'm not aware of? Do you

know anything?"

Ayan furrowed his brow slightly and inquired, "What things you're not

aware of? Are you talking about Armstrong Corp or the Armstrong

family?"

“The Armstrong family. Is there something you know that you haven't

had the chance to tell me about?" Camille asked.