Chapter 1139: Beg

Chapter 1139: Beg

Ayan said, "I want to see when you'll tell the truth.”

Camille fell silent this time, lightly pursing her lips without any response

for quite a while. However, their gazes remained locked, and they

continued this way without much reaction.

It lasted for who knew how many minutes until Camille finally yielded to

Ayan's intense gaze. She confessed about the online incident. The

more Ayan listened, the darker his expression became. He asked,

"Does Kian know about this?"

Camille was slightly startled, then explained, "Yes, I told Kian not to tell

you. I thought I could handle it. As you can see, now that I've proven

my innocence, the other party dares not make a sound.”

"So now you're also bribing people around me? It seems I have no say

at all!"

His words were full of jokes, but there was a hint of displeasure in his

eyes.

Camille asked, "Are you dissatisfied with my actions? I'm sorry; I never

thought of influencing Kian's decision. I just asked Kian not to tell you

temporarily. I didn't want to disturb your work or let these trivial matters

affect your mood.”

Camille explained each word clearly, but Ayan retorted, "Do you think I

care about that?!"

Camille pursed her lips, silent, watching Ayan's displeased expression.

She didn't know what to say.

The two locked eyes, each hiding their own guesses and thoughts

beneath their gaze.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Ayan spoke again, "You may

think these are insignificant matters, not important at all. But everything

related to you is important to me. Do you understand?"

Camille understood Ayan's words, nodded slightly, and said, "I know

what you mean. I just..."

"Do you think the other side has no action now because they really

can't provide enough evidence against your self-proclaimed

innocence? This is just a kind of public relations tactic. Right now,

you've exposed all the evidence you should. So, no matter what the

other side brings out next, you won't be able to refute it because you've

already shown all your cards, haven't you?"

Ayan seriously analyzed the importance of this matter to them. Even

though it seemed advantageous at the moment, the reality might be

different.

Everything had a turning point. Since the other party dared to spread

rumors and distort their relationship in this suggestive way, they must

have come prepared.

After hearing Ayan's analysis, Camille, who initially felt very confident,

suddenly became uneasy.

She looked at Ayan and asked, "What should we do now?"

"Don't do anything.”

"Do nothing?"

"Yes, do nothing. Keep those photos for now. See if the other party has

anything else to reveal!"

Camille nodded slightly, and this topic was temporarily put on hold.

Although the appearance of this incident made the atmosphere a bit

tense, it wasn't an inherent conflict between them, so the emotions

were only temporary. After the waiter served the dishes, their

relationship returned to normal.

Ayan attentively took care of Camille while they ate. They chatted,

touching on the design competition and Camille mentioned the incident

with Crystal earlier that day.

Ayan, with an unchanged expression, asked, "Do you have any

opinions about her, compared to Sienna?"

"No specific opinions, just feel she's too enthusiastic. We're probably

getting old and find it hard to accept,” Camille said lightly.

Ayan disagreed, saying, “In my eyes, you're forever the youngest.

Besides, you're not much older than her, so why feel anxious?"

“I'm not anxious; I'm just reflecting.”

"No need for such reflections. As long as she doesn't affect you, it's

enough. Regarding interaction, if you don't like someone, minimize

contact. If they seem okay, try to understand and treat them like

friends.”

Ayan's words prompted a question from Camille, “Are you teaching me

how to make friends? Initially, I thought Crystal had some ulterior

motives. Have you dispelled your suspicions about her?"

"I checked; there shouldn't be any issues.”

"Okay."

Camille didn't dwell on it. Whatever Ayan said, she responded

accordingly.

It was already 8 p. m. when they finished dinner. Despite arriving early,

the meal took over two hours.

Exiting the restaurant, Ayan still held her hand as they walked toward

the parking lot. The bodyguards were not in the same car, but as the

journalist who took photos was still with them, they followed Ayan and

Camille's car towards Franklin Bay.

Back at Franklin Bay, Camille whispered to Ayan, "The journalist from

earlier, did you let him go? Kian arranged him; he should be reliable.

Your actions might scare others."

"I don't like hearing you speak up for others," he said indifferently.

Now it was Camille's turn to be speechless. She naturally closed her

mouth and didn't say anything.

But their gazes remained locked, persisting for almost half a minute.

Camille didn't compromise, and Ayan finally said, "Okay, I understand. I

didn't intend to do anything to him in the first place. It's just that the

photos from the album can't be released for now, so the camera won't

be given to him temporarily.”

"Okay," Camille nodded slightly, agreeing.

Back at the villa, Camille went upstairs to change clothes and also

informed Sienna about the incident, making Sienna burst into laughter

for a minute.

Sienna said, "Isn't it awkward? Oh my, I can imagine that scene. You

can probably build a four-bedroom house with a living room using your

big toe.”

Camille remained silent. Sienna could laugh as much as she wanted.

After the laughter, Sienna didn't stop there; she continued to ask, "So,

what happened later? Did Ayan do anything to you? At this point, given

his status, he should've used his special CEO way to educate you. Why

can you still chat with me now?"

Camille squinted her eyes, indifferent, and said, "Do you want me to tell

him this idea came from you?"

“I'm sorry, I was wrong. My apologies. It was my mistake, and I

shouldn't have laughed at you. I'm really sorry. Please don't take it to

heart!" Sienna immediately apologized sincerely, without any tact or

reservation. She truly feared that Camille might tell Ayan because,

given Ayan's vengeful nature, her days wouldn't be easy.

So, it was essential to be wise in these situations.

Camille gave a soft snort, well aware of Sienna's temperament. She

said indifferently, "I won't accept your apology for now. It depends on

how you behave. If you don't behave well, I won't let you off."

"Mrs. Simpson, I really know I was wrong. If you, as an adult, can

overlook a small person's mistake, can we just move on? Please?"

Sienna pleaded with a smile.