Chapter 1081: Fever

Chapter 1081: Fever

Jordan was handsome and gentle. It was difficult for anyone to have a

negative impression of him after the conversation.

Sienna, even in this situation, couldn't help but say, “I guess I'm

benefiting from Cami. Thank you, Mr. Bailey, for helping me."

Jordan didn't know Sienna, but he still smiled gently and said, "You're

welcome. Both of you are wet from head to toe. It's not a good idea to

catch a cold. How about heading back for now?"

Camille nodded and agreed, "Yes, you're right. We should go now."

Jordan didn't insist on escorting Camille and Sienna, especially since

they had their own bodyguards. He simply nodded and bid them

farewell. Then, he stood in place and watched them leave under the

protection of their bodyguards.

As for the two women who had attacked them earlier, they were

handed over to the police for handling.

Afterward, Jordan, as a witness, cooperated with the police in making a

statement. Given his status, the police had full trust in his testimony.

Additionally, there were security cameras in the vicinity, and since the

two women had intentionally harmed others, the police were planning

to hold them accountable.

On the other side, Camille had already gotten into the car. The

bodyguard was driving and was careful not to take deep breaths. He

even avoided looking in the rearview mirror.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely quiet. Camille and

Sienna remained silent. The bodyguard hesitated for a long time before

speaking, "Mrs. Simpson, today's incident was due to our negligence. If

it weren't for us, you and Mrs. Ward wouldn't have ended up like this."

Camille finally responded, looking ahead and saying in a calm tone,

“It's not your fault. It was an accident.”

After all, nobody wanted an accident to happen.

But the bodyguard continued to apologize and express various forms of

regret and self-reflection. Camille's ears were starting to get calloused

from listening to it. Sienna quickly gave Camille a meaningful look,

silently urging her to put a stop to it.

Camille then said, "I already said it's not your fault. Don't worry. I won't

tell Ayan, and he won't dock your pay. So, there's no need for you to

feel pressured.”

"Mrs. Simpson, that's not what we mean. We're just reflecting on our

failure to protect you and the harm you suffered because of our

negligence. It's our job, and we should be punished for it."

The bodyguard responded earnestly, showing no intention of evading

responsibility.

Camille felt a bit helpless because no matter what she said, they

maintained this attitude. In the end, she fell silent.

The bodyguards safely brought the two of them back to Franklin Bay.

Camille and Sienna returned to Camille and Ayan's home. Sienna didn't

want to trouble Ayan by returning in her current state, and she didn't

want to explain to him what had happened. So, she decided to change

into fresh clothes at Camille's place.

Camille headed to the master bathroom to take a shower, while Sienna

used the guest bedroom. The house's housekeeper had prepared

ginger soup for them and expressed her concerns, saying, "What

happened? It didn't rain today, did it? How did you both get soaked?"

Sienna couldn't help but joke, “It's raining at the office!"

The housekeeper believed her, muttering about how unpredictable the

weather in Hance City was.

Camille just smiled without explaining. The housekeeper reminded

them to drink the ginger soup quickly to avoid catching a cold.

Camille hadn't even had a sip when Ayan called. The bodyguards had

already confessed their mistakes to Ayan, so Camille put him on

speakerphone, and his worried voice immediately came through, "Why

didn't you call me about something so serious?"

Camille's tone was relatively calm. She said, "I'm fine. Let's just

consider it as being caught in a little rain, okay?"

“This time it's rain, but what about next time? Have you thought about

the consequences if it's something else?" Ayan's voice held a hint of

anger. He was especially upset that Camille didn't seem to fear the

situation at all and even found it inconsequential. He continued, "It's all

my fault. I didn't arrange for proper security. I'm sorry you were scared.”

Camille was taken aback by Ayan's self-blame and guilt. His words

made her expression turn more serious. Since she had him on

speakerphone, Sienna, who was beside her, naturally heard it as well.

Their eyes met, and Camille picked up her phone and turned off the

speaker.

Holding the phone to her ear, she spoke softly, "I don't blame you. It

was an accident, and no one could have predicted it."

Ayan was amused by Camille's words, and he replied with a low, husky

voice, "You're not afraid at all, and now you want to comfort me?"

Camille pursed her lips, silent on her end. In her heart, though, she was

pondering whether comforting him was wrong. After all, she was

concerned that he might feel guilty about the situation.

She muttered her thoughts quietly, not realizing Ayan could hear her.

Ayan seemed to have X-ray vision, and he asked in a low, teasing tone,

"Are you cursing me in your mind?"

Camille retorted, "Don't make things up. Don't wrongfully accuse me. I

didn't curse you. I wasn't thinking of anything!"

Ayan chuckled, "Really? So, you're comforting me in your heart even

after I was at fault?"

Camille retorted, "Don't make things up. Don't wrongfully accuse me. I

didn't curse you. I wasn't thinking of anything!"

Ayan chuckled, "Really? So, you're comforting me in your heart even

after I was at fault?"

Camille: "You'd better not talk nonsense. Don't blame me. I didn't blame

you, and I didn't think of anything!"

Ayan gave a light laugh and said, "I see. Thank you for not holding it

against me."

Camille had a slight pout but remained quiet. Ayan's voice was no

longer as stern and sharp as before. He was still a bit worried, though,

and asked, "Are you absolutely sure you're fine?"

Camille replied, "Yes, I'm really okay. Besides, I'm with Sienna. Even if

we had to fend for ourselves, it's not like we would be helpless, right?"

Ayan said, "I don't want to entertain such scenarios. I've already

replaced the bodyguards who failed you because of their negligence.

I've hired new people to protect you, and this won't happen again.”

Camille immediately frowned. She said, "I've already said it's not their

fault. It was an accident, something that nobody could have predicted.

Besides, they reacted promptly at the time!"

Ayan retorted, "If it weren't for Jordan, would they have reached you

and Sienna in ime? What if the attackers had been more brutal? Would

you still be safe and sound?”

Ayan's tone was forceful, and he was convinced that it was the

bodyguards’ negligence and failure to fulfill their duty. He paid them

generously and hadn't mistreated them in any way. His sole

expectation was for them to protect Camille, nothing more.

Now, with even this minor incident not handled properly, he couldn't

tolerate it. Camille could clearly sense his displeasure and anger. She

also noticed him mentioning Jordan and the other two people, which

she assumed the bodyguards had reported to him. It wasn't a secret,

and he would likely find out from the police as well.

Camille remained silent, her thoughts wandering as she couldn't help

but wonder if Ayan's slightly displeased mood had something to do with

Jordan's assistance.

However, despite her curiosity, she didn't verbalize her question.

Instead, Camille maintained her silence, her expression notably serene.

Both of them fell into a brief silence that lasted for about five or six

seconds. It was only then that Ayan's voice resurfaced in a leisurely

tone as he asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Camille lightly pursed her lips and responded, “I'm waiting for you to

speak!"

"Are you not happy?" Ayan inquired.

She replied, "No."

"Even with this tone, you're not mad?" Ayan's voice carried a hint of

laughter. He spoke deliberately, saying, "Absolutely, I might be a little

hard to please. Does having such an intransigent approach mean an

immediate death sentence?"

“I don't think that way. You're doing this for my sake. If I truly had such

thoughts, wouldn't that be ungrateful of me?"

When she mentioned being ungrateful, the atmosphere took an

immediate downturn. But Camille remained emotionally composed. She

believed that the reality was just as it seemed. Ayan might think she

was displeased with his handling of the situation, but in truth, she had

no such feelings. After all, he was doing what he thought was best for

her. If she were genuinely unhappy with his actions, that would indeed

be ingratitude.