Chapter 1181: Complicated

Chapter 1181: Complicated

Camille was also taken aback, looking at him with a hint of surprise in

her eyes. It seemed as if her gaze was saying, "I've already reflected

on myself, why are you asking me where I went wrong?" Although she

did make a mistake, being asked so seriously left Camille with an

indescribable feeling. It just made her uncomfortable.

Camille blinked lightly, her expression slightly stiff. The next moment,

she heard the man ask, "Have you figured it out? Where do you think

you went wrong?"

"Not contacting Preston?" This didn't seem like a mistake either

because Ayan had already said that they should handle their own

matters separately, and he wouldn't interfere with her interactions with

Preston. It was a fact that Preston had helped her with many things,

which couldn't be changed or erased. Even though many things had

happened afterward, Preston had indeed made sacrifices for her. Ayan

had told Camille early on that she shouldn't feel too much pressure, so

it couldn't be considered a mistake, right?

After careful consideration, Camille asked again, following up, "Not

giving him a chance to defend himself regarding the online incident?"

Camille tentatively asked, and Ayan didn't interrupt her throughout.

After she finished speaking, he didn't show any sign of nodding in

response. His clear black-and-white eyes just gently stared at her, as if

waiting for her to continue.

But Camille had already finished reflecting on herself. She had asked

herself in her mind if she had said everything she should or shouldn't

have said. She frowned slightly, looking at Ayan and asked, "Why aren't

you saying anything?"

"Did you finish speaking?"

"Yes, I finished. So, do you have something to say?"

Their eyes met, and his voice sounded without any emotion, “I don't

have anything to say. I just feel that these reflections of yours are not

important.”

Camille was confused by Ayan's words, so didn't he think that she was

reflecting on her actions just now?

Camille's expression stiffened as she looked at Ayan. She asked,

"What did I say wrong? I know you're concerned about me meeting

Preston, but we didn't meet alone. Sienna accompanied me, even

though she didn't go inside the cafe. There were other people in the

cafe at that time, not just the two of us, so I..."

“That's not what I'm talking about.” He interrupted Camille's words with

a gentle voice, then corrected her, "I don't find any of the reflections

and self-reflections you just mentioned satisfactory because you

haven't done anything wrong. I've already told you before that meeting

and contacting him are your affairs. I just advised you to minimize

contact if it's not necessary. That's all. And the self-reflection you

mentioned just now, I don't think it's necessary at all. We're a couple, so

there's no need for us to be so cautious as if we're dealing with others."

He gazed at Camille, reaching out to pull her into his embrace. He held

her waist, lowering his gaze to look into her eyes, and said, "What did

you think I was going to say? Did you think I would say that your self-

reflection wasn't enough?”

Camille remained silent, which was an admission to what he said.

He laughed and said, "Don't overthink, you know?"

Camille pursed her lips and softly replied, "It's your serious demeanor

that made me overthink. Do you know that?"

"Was it my fault?" he asked with a smile.

Camille lightly pushed his chest and then leaned her head against him.

She said, "Actually, what I said just now was sincere. Sometimes, I

don't even know what's wrong with me. I'm torn between contradictions,

being soft-hearted, and self-reflection. I have a lot on my mind, and my

emotions are complicated.”

“Then open your heart and don't think too much. You can rely on me at

any time without any worries. As for Preston, with me around, he won't

dare to do anything,” Ayan said.

Ayan's words were not just to comfort Camille. He had always thought

this way.

Initially, he did mind Preston a lot, and even now, he still cared about

his presence. But he couldn't let that conflict be imposed on Camille.

Just like Camille said, Preston had helped him when she needed it the

most. He couldn't turn Camille into an ungrateful person because of his

own reasons.

He embraced Camille and told her to respect her own feelings and

follow her heart in everything she did.

He believed that after going through this situation, Preston would be

more restrained. So, for now, he could focus on dealing with the old

Simpson's situation and handle the issues with Preston after the old

Simpson's surgery.

However, Preston was not one to sit idle. The next morning, he arrived

at Armstrong Corp and went straight to Horace's office.

Horace hadn't arrived at the company yet, but Preston ignored the

secretary's objections and insisted on waiting inside the office.

The secretary was wary and stayed close, afraid that Preston might do

something to Horace's office when they weren't paying attention. If he

gained access to any confidential information, it would be a big

problem.

The secretary watched Preston carefully, but Preston sat on the sofa

without any extra reaction. How could he not understand the

secretary's intentions?

He just chose not to confront them openly since he knew his purpose

for coming today.

After waiting for half an hour, Horace finally arrived at the company.

As the CEO of Armstrong Corp, Horace's schedule was based on the

company's affairs. He pushed the door open and walked in, with the

secretary immediately approaching him and discreetly whispering, "Mr.

Burris, Mr. Walker is here to see you. He has been waiting for a while."

The secretary took the opportunity to hang Horace's coat on the coat

rack and gave him a meaningful look, almost telling Horace that

Preston was not a friendly visitor.

Horace, however, showed no trace of fear. He calmly walked towards

his desk and sat on his office chair before lifting his gaze to look at

Preston. Indifferently, he asked, "Mr. Walker, did you come so early just

to sit in my office for a while?"

Naturally, that wasn't the case, and he knew it. He deliberately said it

that way.

Preston took a silent deep breath and then stood up, walking towards

the desk. He initially thought Horace would come directly to him or sit

on the sofa and talk to him. But unexpectedly, Horace went straight to

his desk, treating him as if he were a subordinate reporting work.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Preston couldn't show any excessive

emotions. He discreetly glanced at Horace and then finally spoke in a

low voice, responding to Horace's earlier question, "Indeed, there are

some matters I'd like to discuss with Mr. Burris."

By using the word "discuss," it was evident that even Horace hadn't

anticipated it. But even the secretary knew that it probably wasn't

something good. How could Horace not be aware of it?

Horace didn't expose him but simply gave him a faint look and said,

"Mr. Walker, if you have something to say, just say it directly. It's not a

matter for discussion. After all, Mr. Walker was personally arranged by

Mr. Armstrong himself. If there's something important, it would be more

appropriate to discuss it directly with Mr. Armstrong.”

Horace's reminder made Preston's expression stiffen. After all, the

meeting Brody arranged to announce his promotion had fallen through,

making him the subject of ridicule and mockery among the Armstrong

Corp executives. He couldn't pretend that nothing had happened. He

held a great deal of resentment and dissatisfaction towards Brody.

However, in front of Horace, he had to maintain a friendly attitude. After

all, he came to see Horace today with a purpose.

Since he hadn't achieved his goal yet, he couldn't afford to have an

extreme reaction or behave impulsively. Even though Horace's words

were harsh and hit him directly in the heart, he still had to maintain a

gentle demeanor.

The two of them locked eyes in a staring contest, with Horace showing

no signs of backing down. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face

as he continued to gaze at Preston.