Chapter 1140: Voluntary

Chapter 1140: Voluntary

"Stop it, don't say more. I'm telling you, this matter is not to be

mentioned again."

"Okay, I promise!"

Camille didn't say much anymore, just sighed silently and said,

"Honestly, I was so embarrassed at that time. I didn't know what to do. I

really wished the journalist could find a hole to hide in and never come

out.”

“I understand. I totally get what you were feeling. I feel sorry for you. It's

all my fault. If I had been there, I could have shared the burden with

you," Sienna expressed sincerely, saying, “To make it up to you, I'll

treat you next time."

"Sure," Camille replied casually.

Sienna asked again, "So, how about now? Mr. Simpson isn't angry

anymore, right?"

“Yeah, not angry anymore. He's in the study, probably dealing with this

matter,” Camille replied.

"I wonder what he plans to do."

"l have no idea.”

Neither of them was sure.

In the study, Ayan dialed Kian's number the moment he entered.

Receiving Ayan's call, Kian was caught off guard. Ayan's first words

were a questioning, "Your courage is getting bigger. You didn't give me

any indication about such a significant matter?"

Understanding his meaning, Kian didn't offer any explanation or

excuses, straightforwardly saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Simpson. It's my

fault.”

"How is the situation progressing now?"

Kian truthfully reported the situation, similar to what he told Camille.

Ayan calmly stated, "There's no need to respond to this matter for now.

Keep an eye on it and find out who is behind this account.”

Kian acknowledged each instruction. The call ended.

Ayan didn't press him further, which made Kian secretly relieved.

Yessica noticed and asked, "What's going on with you?"

“The plot has been exposed,” Kian answered Ayan's earlier

questioning. He sighed and added, "It's really tough for me!"

Yessica laughed, "Honestly, if I were you, I would stand on Cami's side.

After all, having inside information is the most useful. Mr. Simpson

won't really do anything to you, will he?"

After Yessica finished speaking, Kian sighed helplessly. He looked at

Yessica with a hint of indulgence and said, "I did it for you. I know you

like Mrs. Simpson, and she's good to you. So, I would choose to stand

by her even if there's a risk. It's just that Mr. Simpson has his bottom

line, so I can't always stand by Mrs. Simpson every time. If there's a

situation that's really difficult to choose, you won't be mad, right?"

“I won't. Don't worry, Cami won't make things difficult for you, and

neither will I," Yessica said earnestly. Kian felt a little relieved. He was

worried that Yessica might have conflicts with Camille, and if that

happened, he would have to put a lot of effort into soothing the

situation. Kian wasn't good at comforting people, so it would be a bit

difficult for him.

The two held hands, and they didn't continue the topic. Kian asked

Yessica, "When will you come home to meet my parents? They really

want to see you."

Yessica's expression changed, and there was a slow nervousness and

concern in her eyes. She said, "Can you give me a little time to prepare

mentally? I'm a bit nervous right now, and I'm not ready yet!"

Kian chuckled softly, "Nervous about what? How about you learn from

Mrs. Simpson? My parents are very nice. They won't make things

difficult for you, okay?"

Although Yessica said that, her inner nervousness and worries were

still considerable. However, she could ask Camille about it tomorrow.

Camille was unaware that Ayan had already called Kian. So, when

Ayan returned to the bedroom after dealing with his affairs, Camille

gently said to him, "Ayan, there's something I want to ask you for."

Using the word “ask for" indicated that it had nothing to do with him.

Ayan walked over and sat beside her, his voice unusually gentle as he

asked, "What do you want to ask for?"

"Can you not punish Kian after you go to the company tomorrow?

Because I asked him for help with this matter, and I instructed him to do

it. You know, if he didn't follow my arrangement, I would probably speak

ill of him in front of you. So, can you agree?" Camille requested.

"Have you considered that if you speak up for him in front of me, I won't

be happy? I might develop some displeasure toward him. The

consequences of that are not easy to predict," Ayan hinted with a tone

full of implications. His deep gaze remained fixed on Camille, staring at

her unblinkingly. The two locked eyes in this way.

Camille bit her lip slightly. She said, "I think you will agree. After all, in

my heart, you are not only handsome but also kind. In my heart, you

are the best, Ayan. So, you will agree, won't you?"

She was being coaxed by him like a child. Not a single word in her

statement was sincere.

Ayan couldn't help but smile. He said, "If I don't agree, does that mean

I'm not kind in your heart?"

"Not exactly. I won't think like that. After all, agreeing to such a thing

depends on a person's sincerity. It can't be forced. Moreover, for such

trivial matters, you certainly won't refute me, will you? And, of course,

you wouldn't want to see me truly disappointed, right? If I'm upset,

won't you feel distressed?"

Camille was setting a trap for Ayan with every word. Each word was a

maneuver, making it impossible for Ayan to say no.

If he refused, Camille would probably say next that he didn't love her

anymore. Because if he didn't love her, he would be willing to let her

feel guilty and upset.

Ayan had already imagined how she would say these words. A faint

smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He reached out, directly

embracing her gently, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I guess I have

no choice but to agree today, right?"

Camille smiled faintly. She said, "I didn't force you. I'm not holding a

knife to your neck!"

"But the way you are now clearly tells me that I must agree without

hesitation, or else the consequences will be a bit serious, right?"

He imitated Camille's tone as he said this, especially when he called

his own name. Camille couldn't help but laugh.

Camille said, "You're not allowed to imitate me."

He said, "Is it too domineering? You even control the way I speak?"

“Yes, I have to control. So, are you going to listen or not?"

"Do I dare not to listen?"

Camille said, "I didn't force you. All of this is voluntary on your part.”

"Yes, it's all voluntary on my part. You didn't force me. You just subtly

told me it's better to be sensible.”

He held Camille's hand and began to act unrestrainedly, but there was

no change in his expression. It wasn't until Camille sensed something

was wrong and tried to push him away that Ayan, who wasn't willing to

let go, said, "I've followed your instructions. Shouldn't you give me

some praise?"