Chapter 1205: Deception

Chapter 1205: Deception

Camille nodded gently, her expression becoming heavy. She said, "If

they let him go to the orphanage, then their relationship must be

extraordinary.”

“Yeah, that's what I think too," Ayan nodded in agreement, appearing

like an obedient child. Camille sensed a hint of intentional playfulness

in his demeanor and reached out to pinch his waist, followed by a soft

hum.

Ayan lightly held her hand and spoke in a deep voice, "Do you have a

tiny bit of belief in the things Preston told you? Do you think I'm really

the person he described?"

"What do you think?" Camille asked, staring at him.

He seemed to ponder for a moment, then said lightly, "Of course, I

believe you won't."

“Then I won't," Camille replied.

"Really?" Ayan's eyes brightened with surprise. He didn't expect

Camille to be so decisive.

Camille smiled and said, "Of course it's true, Mr. Simpson. What's

wrong with you? Why have you become so lacking in confidence?"

Ayan feigned helplessness and said, "It's all because I care too much,

so I feel insecure. Madam Qi, when will you give me a proper status? I

just went to the hospital to chat with Grandfather for a while, and now

he only has eyes for you as his granddaughter-in-law. As for me, his

grandson, I'm completely dispensable.”

Every time Ayan talked about Grandfather, he would always wear a

jealous and indignant expression. But that kind of jealousy was just a

joke, not real. After all, he couldn't be jealous of her. Grandfather liked

her, and he was probably happier about it than anyone else.

So Camille understood that Ayan was just joking when he said those

things. Naturally, she played along and said, "Grandfather treats me

well and loves me, so he will only treat you well if you treat me well. If

you treat me badly, I guess Grandfather will throw away his precious

grandson and keep me as his granddaughter-in-law.”

After Camille finished speaking, Ayan fell silent and just smiled at her.

His gaze became deeper and more ambiguous, which made Camille

increasingly uncomfortable. Her body instinctively moved away to the

side, and her eyes dodged, trying to change the subject. She said, “The

food is ready. Let's go eat first."

After saying that, Camille wanted to get up and leave, but Ayan firmly

held her back, his voice low as he said, "What are you running for? I'm

not going to do anything. Why are you blushing? Huh? What are you

thinking?"

Camille frowned, finding this person really wicked.

Camille decided to ignore him and wore a straight face, but Ayan

clearly had no intention of giving up until he was satisfied.

Their gazes locked in a standoff, but Camille remained silent.

In the end, it was Ayan who gave in. He said, "Alright, I won't tease you

anymore. Otherwise, if Grandfather finds out that I didn't feed his

granddaughter-in-law, he'll probably give me a hard time."

Listening to Ayan's words, Camille instinctively furrowed her brows and

let out a soft hum, “I haven't agreed to remarry you, so for now, I'm at

most Grandfather's granddaughter, and you're just the grandson he

picked up.”

“But you said it just now. Why are you changing your mind now? That's

not being honest. Aren't you bullying me?" Ayan complained.

"I didn't say anything just now," Camille refused to admit it. After all, it

was embarrassing. How could she be so quick with her words? That

would mean admitting that they still had a husband and wife

relationship.

Hmph, she wouldn't let him have his way so easily.

But Camille didn't think she was being fake, because she was enjoying

the present moment. Even without that piece of paper, their relationship

was stable. On the contrary, when they had that piece of paper, they

were constantly on the verge of divorce.

After all, back then, it was only because she unilaterally liked Ayan, and

Ayan only had feelings for her because of Grandfather's arrangement.

Besides that, there were no other emotions between them. So Camille

didn't think there was any problem with their current interaction.

Moreover, Ayan didn't mind, and the Simpson family didn't mind either,

so it didn't matter whether others minded or thought she was

pretending.

The two of them chatted in the living room for a long time until the

housekeeper reminded them that the food was ready. They then went

to the dining room together.

Camille asked the housekeeper to bring some fruit tea and poured a

cup for Ayan. She said, "Try it, I made it myself. I know you don't like it

too sweet, so I used jasmine tea as the base. It tastes refreshing and

just right.”

Camille stared at Ayan expectantly as he took the half-filled cup of fruit

tea and brought it to his lips. The icy sensation immediately entered his

mouth, and the fragrance of the fruit and a hint of sweetness enveloped

his taste buds. In the end, there was a lingering scent of jasmine tea.

Ayan earnestly savored it and didn't give Camille a quick answer. It was

only when Camille asked, "How does it taste?" that he took another sip.

Then a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows, and he said, "It's

delicious, just the taste I like."

"Really?"

"Of course." He stared at Camille intently, signaling her to look into his

serious eyes. He wasn't lying.

Camille finally showed a happy smile.

The two of them continued eating in a relatively quiet atmosphere at the

dining table. Although they didn't talk much, their eyes interacted.

The atmosphere didn't feel boring; instead, it had a unique flavor.

After dinner, they followed their usual routine and went for a walk

together.

Camille first brought fruit tea to Sienna before continuing the walk hand

in hand with Ayan.

During the walk, Ayan received a call from Kian.

On the phone, Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, Preston has come out of the

orphanage. He didn't drive his own car, probably to avoid being noticed

by the people following him. He's driving a low-profile Wuling

Hongguang.”

Ayan asked expressionlessly, "Where is he going?"

"We don't know yet. I'm already tailing him."

"He's suspicious. Remember to change cars for surveillance. Don't let

the fish slip away again,” Ayan reminded in a calm voice.

Kian quickly acknowledged his instructions.

After hanging up the phone, Ayan's eyes were still filled with

speculation. What did Preston want to do? His face became serious

and grave, and Camille noticed it. She asked gently, "Ayan, what are

you thinking?"

Ayan's face was grim, and the coldness in his eyes was evident. He

didn't immediately answer Camille's question. After sighing heavily, he

finally spoke, “I'm thinking about where Preston could go."

"Are you worried that he might go crazy and do something?" Camille

asked.

"He probably doesn't have a place to go wild right now. I'm just worried

that he might visit the police station to see Eileen. However, Eileen

hasn't reached the stage of visitation yet, so if he wants to see Eileen,

he'll probably find a lawyer to bail her out.”

"After what Eileen said about him to the police today, if he really finds

Eileen, she probably won't have a good time, right?" Camille continued

the conversation, and at this moment, their gazes met. Camille asked

each word, "Ayan, are you worried about Eileen?"