Chapter 194 Suicide

While waiting for Ayan's return, Camille was also sleepless, almost

watching the darkness outside the window turn white with her eyes

open.

Ayan returned to the apartment just after 7:00 am.

Hearing the door open, she immediately reacted, followed by the clear

sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom, he pushed the door in

with the wind and dust, the two looked at each other, he came over and

swept her into his arms and hugged her gently.

Camille pursed her lips and quietly leaned into his arms, feeling very

secure at once.

Ayan asked in a low voice, "Been up all this time?"

"Slept a little.” She didn't tell the truth, in fact she felt quite pretentious

herself, but the thought of falling asleep and being haunted by

nightmares didn't make her want to sleep at all.

Ayan looked at her with downcast eyes and asked in a low voice, "Can

you stay with me for a while longer? I'm tired from the morning flight!"

How could Camille say no when he had said that?

With him sleeping next to her, Camille's fear was lessened, and she

closed her eyes and moved as close to Ayan as possible.

In a short while she fell asleep.

The man beside him also lifted the quilt and sat up at this time, he took

the phone and looked at the sleeping woman on the bed from above,

the slight sinking between his eyebrows was a little too deep, then went

to the side of the sofa and sat down and found Dr. Ellis’ contact and

sent a message.

"Camille, you've been having nightmares for the past two days, is there

something wrong with your health?"

Dr. Ellis was quick to reply, "Is it daydreaming? Watching too many

similar movies or too much mental stress can create a dream cycle.”

Ayan asked, "It can't be physical?"

“It's just a dream, how can it have anything to do with physical

reasons?"

But Ayan's tightly knitted brow was never smoothed.

He looked up some more information related to nightmares, and the

final results were similar to what Dr. Ellis said.

Ayan is a skeptical personality who only believes in what he has

personally experienced or heard with his own eyes and ears.

Of course, he was not questioning the truth of Camille's nightmares, but

there was always an instinctive suspicion in his mind.

Especially since Camille had never acted differently before his trip,

which made him think twice!

Just as Ayan fell into silence, the person on the bed suddenly let out a

scream: "Ah 00000"

Ayan also dropped his phone in a second and strode towards the bed:

"Camille! Wake up!"

He wakes Camille from her nightmare and subconsciously reaches out

to hug her, but his hand is thrown away just before it touches Camille's

arm.

He clearly saw Camille's eyes widen to reveal endless fear, a pale,

bloodless face, and a voice with a light tremor: "There are ghosts, I .....

I saw a ghost ......"

"Camille , you were dreaming, it's just a dream, don't get carried away,

okay?"

"I really saw it and I felt so scared, it was so scary.”

Ayan frowned and stared at her face for a long time before reaching out

again to take her in his arms, this time Camille did not push him away,

but instead leaned into his arms, her hands clutching his shirt for a long

time without letting go.

Ayan stayed quietly with her, and after a few moments, his low, deep

voice whispered in her ear: "Camille, let me talk to you. I'll interpret your

dream, okay?"

Camille shook her head: "I don't want to remember, that dream was

really scary ......."

Her eyes were slightly stunned and she seemed to be unsure again as

she asked, "Ayan , do you believe what I'm saying?"

"I believe it." Ayan gently soothed, "If you don't want to remember, then

don't think about it, just relax and don't think so much, I'll always be

there, okay?"

Camille now nodded gently, but her mood stayed low.

I don't know how long it took, but Camille's voice suddenly whispered,

"Ayan, do you hear a baby crying?"

Ayan frowned and blushed deeply, his dark eyes looked at the woman

murmuring in his arms, he asked faintly, “What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you hear that? There are little children crying."

"Camille , that was just you dreaming, you are awake now, look at me

and tell me, who am I?"

Ayan held her face and made her look into his eyes, but her eyes

flinched and dodged, and her face was a little pale and haggard.

Ayan realized very clearly at this moment that his doubts were perhaps

more serious than he had thought.

He stayed with Camille for a long time until his aunt came over to make

dinner, and then he had time to tell Camille, “I'm going to go check on

Grandma, or she'll be worried if I don't come over all morning, okay?"

"Hmm."

Camille nodded lightly.

Ayan not only went to see his grandmother, but also told her about the

preparations for the examination in the hospital, and then took the

initiative to ask her, "Has Camille come to the house in the past two

days?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

“It's nothing, it just seems like she hasn't rested well and is not in great

spirits."

"Maybe she's bored staying at home alone, you should spend more

time with her, she needs understanding and companionship most at

this time, Ayan , thank you so much.”

"It's all as I should be."

Ayan is very popular with his grandmother and can make her happy

and satisfied with just a few words.

After Ayan went to see her grandmother, Camille stayed on the couch

in the living room with the TV on, but she didn't watch it at all, her mind

was in a daze.

When Auntie came out from cooking and saw her like this, she couldn't

help but ask, "Miss Armstrong, did you not sleep well? I see you don't

look so good, not much energy."

Camille nodded lightly: "I've been having dreams for the past two days,

so I might have a little insomnia.”

Auntie poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Camille: "Miss

Armstrong, you need to take care of yourself now that you're pregnant.”

"Well, I will." Camille took a sip of her water, then saw her aunt looking

at her with a lustful expression.

Camille asks, "What's wrong Auntie?"

Auntie hesitated and then spoke up: "Miss Armstrong, I ....... I've been

coming to cook for you for some days now, and I've actually gotten

used to it in every way, but I've decided to quit."

"Resignation? Why so suddenly? Didn't you say you've gotten used to

it? Is it because you think the salary is too low?"

Camille was stunned, full of shock

The aunt also hurriedly responded, “No, of course it's not a matter of

treatment, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

“I ....... Miss Armstrong, how long have you been moving in here?"

Camille didn't understand why her aunt suddenly asked this question,

but she still told her the approximate time.

Aunt then said: "Miss Armstrong, I do not know if it is true, I just two

days up and down the elevator overheard someone chatting about the

apartment you live in the bedroom of a young girl who committed

suicide, but also pregnant with a child, I heard it has been almost seven

months, but because the parents do not agree to burn charcoal suicide

Camille's heart creaked with her aunt's words.