Chapter 1100: Talk Too Much

Chapter 1100: Talk Too Much

But Camille hesitated.

She felt that telling Ayan at this moment might not serve any purpose.

Their relationship was stable now, and she didn't want to bring up her

many years of liking someone else, creating pressure or guilt for Ayan,

and other unpredictable emotions.

Camille gently pursed her lips and, after a moment of contemplation,

spoke to Ayan, "Ayan, are you upset?" She looked at Ayan candidly,

without a trace of guilt or evasion. She said earnestly, "The past is in

the past, so I don't want to dwell on it. But what I can tell you is that

now, you are my everything in love. Do you understand what I mean?"

She feared that Ayan might not understand or have any

misconceptions, so she directly initiated the online confession mode.

Ayan was momentarily surprised by this straightforward approach.

Even the hand on the steering wheel trembled slightly, causing the

car's straight line to shift momentarily. He quickly regained control, and

they were getting closer to the Simpson's mansion. Throughout this

process, he remained silent.

It wasn't until the car smoothly stopped at the Simpson's mansion

entrance that he turned to look at the woman beside him. His gaze,

steady on Camille, and his voice, unusually husky, said, "So, were you

confessing to me just now?"

Hearing the word “confess,” Camille was also slightly stunned. She

stared at Ayan with a blank expression.

Before she could speak, Ayan's voice continued, "Afraid that I'd be

unhappy or jealous, deliberately trying to please me, or were these your

genuine thoughts at this moment?"

Camille furrowed her brows slightly. This line of questioning left her stiff.

In the next moment, he added, "Cami, answer me, hmm?"

Camille lightly opened her mouth, her voice very soft, "Not to please

you. It's genuinely what I'm thinking."

Before she could finish speaking, his kiss had already descended.

She stiffened all over, not daring to make any move, allowing him to

kiss her.

The kiss lasted for quite a while. If they weren't in the car, Camille

would have doubted her ability to stand.

Feeling utterly powerless, she became as pliant as water.

Her cheeks were crimson, and she dared not look at Ayan. The car

arrived at the Simpson's mansion, and she didn't even remember how

she got out of the car.

Back inside, Talia casually asked, "What were you doing outside? It

took so long to come in. Timmy has been calling for mom and dad

whenever he hears a car."

Camille lowered her gaze to Timmy but didn't want to answer Talia.

Only Ayan calmly said, "Had a call.”

Camille busied herself with playing with Timmy, not wanting to be

questioned about what they were doing outside.

At this moment, the old Simpson came out of the room, pushed by

Fletcher. Talia said, "Xian will be here soon. Let's wait for her to have

dinner together."

"Sure!" Camille responded, then asked Timmy, "Auntie is coming back.

Are you happy?"

Timmy clapped his hands, very cooperative, and said, "Happy, happy!"

He liked Aria a lot because Aria spoiled him. Even though she was

rarely at home, video calls were frequent. Aria sent him various toys no

matter where she went, so most of the toys at home were bought by

Aria. Could he not like this aunt?

While waiting for Aria, Ayan took the initiative to steer the conversation

toward the matter of the old Simpson going to the hospital tomorrow.

He looked at the old Simpson and said, "Grandpa, you're going to the

hospital tomorrow. Is there anything you want to say?"

The old Simpson glanced at Ayan and said in a faint voice, "Nothing to

say."

Ayan chuckled, "Are you nervous?"

The old Simpson gave him a sharp look, a gaze that seemed to want to

cut him.

Ayan wasn't afraid at all; his smile deepened. He said softly, "No need

to be nervous. I've arranged a suite for you at the hospital with Dr. Ellis.

If you feel bored, we can come to chat with you anytime. Dad and Mom

will spend a lot of time with you recently. Besides, Dr. Ellis is someone

you know well. You can tell us anything you want. Relax, don't put any

pressure on yourself, okay?"

Ayan's words echoed Fletcher and Talia's sentiments.

Fletcher took over, "Dad, Ayan is right. Don't be nervous or worried.

Just cooperate with Dr. Ellis. If you feel any discomfort, say it right

away. Never endure it because you're afraid of causing trouble or

feeling embarrassed. Understand?"

The old Simpson nodded slightly, his expression somewhat stiff. He

said calmly, "I understand, I understand. I'm not a three-year-old child.

Do I still not know these principles?"

Ayan laughed, "Indeed, you're not a three-year-old, but I'm afraid you'll

get as angry as Timmy and throw a tantrum."

The old Simpson didn't like to hear this. He snorted lightly, glancing at

Ayan as if he wanted to cut him with his eyes. The old Simpson couldn't

withstand the urge to scold him.

Camille, holding Timmy, walked to the old Simpson's side and sat

down. She gently placed Timmy in front of the old Simpson and said in

a gentle voice, "Grandpa, don't listen to him. Just focus on getting

better. Remember our agreement. We're all here to support you. Don't

worry, and don't be nervous.”

The old Simpson cherished Camille the most, so he listened to her

words attentively. He not only listened but also found comfort in them.

After comforting the old Simpson, the atmosphere lightened, and the

old Simpson became more talkative.

Aria also rushed back before dinner. After everyone greeted each other,

Aria held onto Timmy and didn't let go.

During dinner, she insisted on feeding him, sparing Camille and Talia

from worrying about it.

Camille, watching Aria’s affection for Timmy, felt grateful and happy.

There were no issues between her and Aria; they got along extremely

well. Whenever she thought about this, Camille felt like she must have

done a great deed in her past life for fate to bring her to the Simpson

family in this life.

After dinner, everyone stayed with the old Simpson, chatting until

around nine o'clock when the old Simpson felt tired and wanted to

return to his room.

However, the old Simpson called out, “Cami, help me back.”

Camille immediately got up and went to assist the old Simpson. When

Camille supported the old Simpson and walked away, Aria asked in a

low voice, "What does grandpa want to tell sister-in-law?"

"Guess," Ayan said indifferently.

Aria snorted, "Timmy, go beat your dad. He talks too much.”

Timmy naturally dared not, but his little face showed a protective look

for his aunt. Seeing this, Ayan frowned, "Come over."

Timmy walked over with his short little legs, and before Ayan could

speak, he already opened his mouth, saying, "Dad, Mom said you

shouldn't bully girls."

Timmy's unexpected words stunned everyone present, and when they

realized it, laughter erupted.

Talia and Aria, especially, were thrilled, both giving Timmy a thumbs-up.

“Timmy is amazing," they said.

Ayan was also taken aback, never expecting to be educated by his own

son one day. Nevertheless, the little guy was impressive, understanding

such principles at such a young age. Not bad.

Ayan felt a genuine sense of pride. He picked Timmy up and placed

him on his lap, speaking gently, "Yes, Mom is right. So, you need to

protect Mom, Grandma, and Aunt, okay?"

“I will," Timmy answered firmly.

As Camille accompanied the old Simpson back to his room, the

atmosphere in the living room was relatively quiet. Feeling the silence,

Talia couldn't resist starting to nudge Aria about marriage.

Ayan, however, wasn't focused on that. He kept wondering what the old

Simpson and Camille were talking about.

Inside the old Simpson's room, Camille helped him sit on the edge of

the bed. The old Simpson gestured to a nearby chair for Camille to sit.

Looking at Camille, he said, “I'm going to the hospital tomorrow. I don't

know if these old bones can hold up, so there are some things I want to

talk to you about in advance!"