Chapter 227 Get Sweet to Death

Camille was stunned and felt helpless.

Ayan was still looking at her and reminded her in a gentle voice, “Get in

the car. I can’t stop here for too long.”

Would he be worried about that?

It's just an excuse.

Eventually, Camille got into the car. She lowered head and fastened her

seat belt. The car moved forward the next second.

The atmosphere in the car was quite quiet. All the way back to the

apartment, they both stayed silent.

As for Sophia, neither of them mentioned it anymore.

Camille told herself that it was just a small thing, so it should not affect

the experience of getting along with each other or make the

atmosphere unpleasant. More importantly, she was going to compete

and there was no extra energy for her to focus on other things.

The night before the contest competition, Ayan asked her to finish her

work early and said, “Don’t work overtime tonight, OK? Let's go out to

have dinner. You've been spending all your time on the drawings

recently. That's boring.”

Camille pursed her lips, wanting to refuse subconsciously.

It seemed that Ayan spelt over her mind, so he went ahead of her and

said the next second before her words, “Take it as to accompany me,

OK?"

Camille finally agreed.

Ayan took her to Darkmoor for dinner, just the two of them.

After dinner, Ayan drove her to the river for a walk. They were hand in

hand like a couple, enjoying the silence of this moment without any

conversation.

Ayan took her by the hand and they walked along the river to a pub

street, where the atmosphere was very nice and relaxing.

Ayan looked down at her and said, “Shall we go in?"

But Camille, who was pregnant, didn't really fit in such a place. She

resisted, “I don’t want to come in. let's go home!”

Ayan narrowed his eyes and asked, “Just for a while.”

Camille pressed her lips and stopped talking.

He reached over her shoulder and whispered, “Wouldn't you come in

and see the surprise I've prepared for you?"

Camille looked at the man beside her with some surprise, only to see a

hint of smile on his thin lips and a handsome face revealing mysterious

enigma.

Before Camille gathered her wits together, he had already led her

inside.

After entering the bar, his palm covered her eyes gently to block her

vision. Camille was a bit startled and clutched his clothes

subconsciously.

Ayan said in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid. I'm here.”

Camille followed him for about a dozen paces, then stopped.

He put his arms around Camille’s shoulders to sit her on the couch and

glanced at the man across from him before removing the hand that was

covering Camille's eyes.

Camille opened her eyes and was a little unaccustomed to the light.

She rubbed her eyes. The moment she putdown her hand, she saw the

person sitting opposite.

She exclaimed, “Sienna, why are you here?”

Sienna smiled with her arms clasping around her chest and tutted

twice, “Mr. Simpson invited me here at a high price and asked me to

accompany you to participate in the contest. You two are so lovey-

dovey with no regard for my feelings. Would you want to make me

admire you?"

Camille looked at Ayan subconsciously, who also fixed his eyes on her.

Looking at each other, Camille pursed her lips and smiled, “Thank you,

Ayan.”

Ayan reached out and pinched her cheek and whispered, "You guys

talk first, I'll drive over.”

The car was still parked at the place for dinner, which was a little

distant.

As Ayan went to drive, Sienna looked at Camille with a gossipy look on

her face. She stretched out her hands to support her cheek, and asked

curiously, “How are things going with you?”

“Not bad.”

“Well, you are now a double harvest of career and marriage.”

“How about you? Are you OK?"

“I'm fine. I'll die alone. Don’t worry about me. However, if you really love

me, you can give me the baby after birth, or have another baby for me.”

She sighed and made a pitiful look deliberately to make Camille care

about her.

However, Camille said coldly, “I'm not worried about you, so can live

yourself well.”

Feeling wronged, Sienna picked up her bag and got up quickly. “Don’t

stop me. I'm going to take a taxi back to Flento City overnight.”

“Okay. Careful on your way out.”

Camille had little reaction.

Sienna sighed helplessly and went to Camille directly. She pinched

Camille's neck gently and said, “You are so ruthless. That's how you

treat me after getting married, right?”

“Humph!” Sienna loosened her up and then leaned on her shoulder,

saying, “Go get them. Don’t be nervous. I'm always with you.”

No matter how they quarreled and fought or no matter what happened,

the relationship between them would never change, let alone be

affected by the interests of the outside world and others’ provocation.

Ayan gave them plenty of time to chat and relax. It was more than an

hour before Ayan called to remind them that he was at the door.

Camille and Sienna came out arm-in-arm and sat in the back seat,

considering Ayan as a driver totally.

Sienna smiled wickedly, “Mr. Simpson, you won't be upset to drive us

yourself, right?”

Camille looked out of the window. She would rather not to understand

the extra meaning of her words.

Ayan could see Camille's reaction through the rearview window. He

couldn't help but hook her lips and said in a low voice, “No. I'm honored

to serve two beautiful girls.”

Sienna smiled. She would say more nice things about him to Camille

for his sake of fawning.

Back to the apartment, Sienna stayed at the house of grandma for the

time being. Because it was getting late and Camille had to go the

competition tomorrow morning, she went back quickly and fell asleep

after taking a shower.

However, Camille was not sleepy as she lay on the bed. She stared at

the ceiling.

Ayan raised his hand to cover her eyes. “What are you looking at?”

“I'm thinking about the contest tomorrow.”

“Nervous?”

She shook her head. “No, I'm just thinking about whether there exists

something I didn’t do well.”

“You've done well. Now all you have to do is to fall asleep and have a

good rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.”

Camille replied, “Okay.” And she leaned over.

She turned her back to Ayan, just in time for him to hug her gently from

behind. He kissed her neck softly. “Good night.”

“Well. Good night.”

Camille closed her eyes and told herself that everything would be fine.

After a dreamless night, Camille arrived at the company with Sienna.

Since Ayan and her were the organizer and contestant today, they had

to maintain a distance.

After arriving at the office, Camille asked Yessica and the others to

come in for the last check. While they were examining the drawings

carefully, Camille’s phone rang suddenly.

It was a number she had never seen before.

She picked up her phone and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling

window, then pressed the answer button, "Hello. This is Camille.”

“Camille, for your own good, don't take part in the competition.”

It was a very soft female voice, but with a voice changer, she couldn't

tell who it was.