Chapter 217 Temptation

When Eileen's words came out, Ayan realized what she really intended

to do.

Did she think she had leverage?

Or did she think she could threaten him?

Ayan gave a cold sigh and looked at Eileen. His eyes were dark and

cold. "Eileen, do you think I will say yes?" he said.

Eileen felt guilty, but of course, she had no idea.

She pressed her lips together and did not dare to look Ayan in the eye.

Instead, she looked at him calmly and whispered, “Ayan, you don't

want Camille to be upset, right? It would be for the best if you said yes.

After all, you promised to marry me, and you broke your promise first."

"I broke my word?" He laughed coldly. "So, what about the contract you

signed?"

Eileen was silent, then whispered, "I admit I signed the contract. But

now if you want Camille's Grandma to have the transplant operation as

soon as possible, you have to give me what I want."

'Oh!" Ayan said nonchalantly, "Do you think I will do what you want?"

His eyes were cold and he looked angry. The expression on his face

was forbearance.

Eileen looked at him, not daring to respond.

Ayan warned her coldly, "Eileen, don't try to threaten me in this way. I'm

the one who makes decisions between us. I'm telling you if you want to

destroy the little feeling I had for you, you can tell me directly. You don't

need to use these tactics to make me get disappointed in you totally.

So, are you sure about doing so?"

Eileen's eyes widened and she was afraid to say another word.

Ayan gave her a meaningful look, with an unfazed chill in his eyes. "Do

you think I need your permission to get the heart? If I want it, I can take

it. Not to mention it's not officially in the transplantation procedure yet. I

can take it even after the operation starts. Do you want to see it?"

"Ayan, I.......Ayan, sorry. It is my wishful thinking to test your heart in

such a way. It is my fault. Can you forgive me? I really won't act like this

anymore."

Eileen immediately went soft.

She really did not dare to continue.

She didn't have any confidence or courage anymore. She got scared.

Ayan ignored her and left without even looking at her again.

Watching his back fade away, Eileen's hand subconsciously clenched

into a group. What Ayan did made her feel heartless and unworthy. She

loved him so much, why did he refuse to look at her before he left?

It was all because of Camille. If it hadn't been for Camille, they'd be

married by now and probably had a child of their own.

Yes, they were living a happy life.

Camille ruined their relationship.

She hated Camille so much.

Ayan got into the car from the hospital. Kian knew the results of the

examination and asked, "Mr. Simpson, is this heart for Mrs. Simpson's

grandmother?"

"Camille won't say yes."

It belonged to Eileen's mother, so even taking it away and giving to her

grandmother would be disturbing.

What's more, Eileen and Skye were not the biological mother and

daughter. Since she could threaten him, it meant that she didn't care

about Skye's life at all. A person's basic conscience would not allow

Ayan to do that.

Leaning back in the backseat, he closed his eyes and asked Kian,

"How did it go with the match?"

"We're doing everything we can, and we're looking abroad, but it's very

rare."

Ayan looks out of the window with a soft look in his eyes. “Hurry up. I

don't want her to feel bad.”

“OK.” Kian nodded. He knew whom he was referring to.

Kian took Ayan back to the apartment. Camille was already out of the

shower. She was revising the drawing.

She was very focused and even didn't hear that Ayan was back. She

didn't react until she was wrapped in his arms.

Camille frowned, sniffed, and then asked, "Have you been to the

hospital?"

Ayan paused slightly. He didn't expect her nose to be so sharp.

Then he asked, "You pressed a monitor on me?"

“Your disinfectant smells too strong.”

"Are you a puppy?" He reached out to pinch her face and looked at her

with his dark eyes for a moment. His throat bone involuntarily rolled as

they grew deeper.

Camille said nonchalantly, "You're a dog."

"Well, I am, and so are you, huh?"

"Go away. Take a shower, you stink."

"Oh!" He looked down at her, his lips covered with a faint smile, and his

body was moving toward her, consciously or unconsciously, with her

unique fragrance wafting between his nostrils. The more he sniffed, the

darker his eyes became. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He said with a hoarse voice: "Now begin to despise me? Why are you

so cruel?”

"You let me go first.”

“Not even a hug? Why are you so mean?"

"Ayan!"

"Yes."

She snapped, and he was gentle.

For a moment Camille did not know what to do.

What was wrong with him?

Suddenly he was so clingy.

Ayan had been acting cheeky all night and Camille really couldn't stand

him.

The architectural design competition would officially start in less than a

week. Camille's schedule was tight. In addition to revising the drawings,

she also had to check for anything inappropriate or loopholes.

A drawing had to be reviewed dozens or hundreds of times a day.

Her earnestness was noticed by the whole company, and her three

assistants became diligent and learned a lot from her.

After she finished her work in the morning, she went to the hospital to

have dinner with her grandmother. She specially went to Darkmoor to

buy take away meals. It was nutritious, light and suitable for the taste of

the elderly.

She took the lift up to her grandmother's floor with food in her hand,

and ran into Eileen as she got out of the lift.

She was wearing sunglasses, but Camille recognized Eileen

immediately.

It was the first time they had seen each other since she called Camille

to tell her that grandmother was not feeling well. They look at each

other in the eyes with a blank expression. She didn’t plan to talk to her

and was going to walk past by her.

But Eileen blocked her way, raising her eyebrows and smiling faintly.

"Camille, your grandmother is in hospital now. Shouldn't you be

thanking me? Well, if I hadn't told you, you probably wouldn't know it

now!"

Camille stopped, squinting, and looked up at her. She was half right

and half wrong.

Yes, she was told by her about her grandmother's illness, but was it

really just to let Camille know that her grandmother didn't want to be

treated? Of course not. Camille knew what she was thinking, and she

was just trying to drive a wedge between Camille and Ayan.

So why thank her?

Camille squinted and gave her a cold look. "Why are you telling me

what you know, and as for the word thank, do you think it's appropriate

for us?"

Eileen's face turned cold and she snorted, “You're a real ungrateful

woman. If it wasn't for me, what would have happened to your

grandmother?"

"Eileen, do you want me to argue with you here and let everyone know

the nasty things you said?"

Camille was warning her that as a public figure, she was in the

spotlight. She had to keep her mouth clean to avoid being dragged

down.

Eileen's lips narrowed and there was a brief silence. Then she said

quietly, "Camille, I didn't come here today to tell you this. I know your

grandmother needs a heart transplant. You didn't know Ayan did the

matching test last night, did you? I have the right heart for your

grandmother. Do you want it?"