Chapter 344 Ancestors

Chapter 344 Ancestors

A few moments later, Camille and Sienna arrived at Yin Ze Zhuang, and

Ayan was already waiting in the private room.

It's just the three of them.

Camille sat next to Ayan, Sienna sat next to Camille, and the three of

them were slightly empty in the large private room, and the waiter

started to serve the food.

Looking at the dishes served one after another, Sienna couldn't help

but say, "Mr. Simpson is so generous, are the three of us going to order

too much?"

"Not much, you can pack it if you can't finish it, this meal is not on me,

it's on us as a couple.”

The word “couple” came out of his mouth fluidly.

Sienna scans back and forth between Camille's and Ayan's faces, "Mr.

Simpson is thanking me?"

"Yes."

"Because of what happened last night?"

Sienna asks.

Ayan scanned the people around him, then responded, "Well, yes,

thank you very much for last night.”

He lifted his glass and offered to clink it with Sienna.

Mr. Simpson did so, Sienna naturally accepted it without ceremony:

"Where where, Camille and I are sisters, it is my duty to take care of

her, but Mr. Simpson as a husband wants to thank me, then I will gladly

accept it."

Ayan smiled lightly, a handsome face is also very gentle.

The whole time Camille was silent, just keeping quiet and silent

listening to these two men say thank you back and forth.

But while she ate her meal without speaking as a transparent person,

Sienna clearly eyed her, and Sienna deliberately called out her name:

"Cami, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Camille looked up at her with a puzzled look floating in her eyes.

Camille asks, "What do you want me to say to you?"

“Don't you want to say something to thank you?"

“Didn't you just say we're sisters isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"You ...."

Ayan interrupted in a low voice: "Let's eat first, the food will get cold

later.”

Sienna laughed lightly: "Mr. Simpson, look at Camille, you are spoiled

by you, tsk, it is you who spoils her, if it were someone else, it might be

more disgusting!"

Camille swept the eyes to speak this person, she did not speak, after

all, how can a close friend? It is still only tolerated!

The meal took more than an hour, almost most of which was spent

talking with Sienna and Ayan.

After finishing the meal, the three of them came out of the private room

together and walked out. Camille deliberately slowed down her pace

and dragged Sienna behind her as she asked in a low voice, "What did

you just want?"

"Ouch, I'm not all deliberately saying bad things about my own family in

front of outsiders? This is not to appear modest and low key?"

"Heh, so I have you to thank for that?"

"That won't be necessary, after all, who's with the two of us?"

Sienna said lightly.

Camille's eyes flashed with a sly look, and then she said to Ayan

unhurriedly, “You told me last time that Rex wanted to invite me for tea

and chat? Do you have time tonight, why don't we go there now?"

Ayan subconsciously looked at Sienna, who froze with a dumbfounded

look, her eyes flickering motionlessly.

He looked to Camille with a softly wrinkled brow, "Go over there now?"

"Well then, there's just time, Sienna, don't you think? Shall we go

together?"

"I'l leave it at that."

Sienna shook her head and waved her hand.

Camille hastily took her arm: "Come on, come on, let's go sit down

together.”

Sienna bobbed her head, "I really won't go, ancestor, I was wrong, let

me go?"

"Are you sure you don't want to go?"

“Well, I really know it's wrong." Sienna folded her hands and begged for

forgiveness.

Camille then let it go and said lightly to Ayan, "Since Sienna is not

available then let's not go."

Ayan's eyes swept back and forth between the two, then let Camille

and Sienna both get into his car, and as for Sienna’s car the driver

would drive back to the apartment later.

Ayan came up with him when he returned to the apartment in silence.

Camille and Sienna walked ahead and Sienna asked, "Mr. Simpson, is

this a stay? Then won't I be able to sleep with you tonight?"

"If you had just been a little colder to him in your attitude I guess he

wouldn't have come back."

Camille responded without moving.

At the bottom of my heart, I can't help but think, "Is Ayan really going to

live here?

She blushed slightly, and there was something inexplicably

uncomfortable under her eyes.

The three of them took the elevator back to their floor, and instead of

going with Camille as she had done the previous two days, Sienna said

good night to Camille and Ayan at the door.

Ayan entered the code and pushed the door open to enter the

apartment, and Camille slowed her pace to follow.

The two men, one in front of the other, did not speak.

The door closed and the house was silent.

Both stood, making the already small living room look even more

cramped.

They looked at each other and Ayan was the first to speak, "It's getting

late, why don't we go take a shower first?"

"Good."

Camille nodded and walked to the bedroom.

She was just a little relieved, I don't know what happened, but

obviously when she stayed in a space even in the hospital in the

morning, she wouldn't have this completely uncomfortable feeling now.

It's like you don't even know where to put your hands and feet?

It's been too many days since they've shared an apartment, so they're

a little overwhelmed, right?

Camille thought this to herself and then went to take a shower.

Ayan in the living room, however, did not move, watching the woman's

slightly nervous and uncomfortable back, and his deep eyes became

dim.

What is she nervous about?

He slightly narrowed his eyes, taking advantage of Camille shower this

gap to go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, recently the smoking

addiction is getting bigger and bigger, although these days have been

in great control, but sometimes still uncontrollably lit.

The smoke does not do anything for him or help him, but that tingling

sensation in his throat will clear his head a little.

A cigarette ended and Camille finished her shower.

He extinguished his cigarette and walked in, the faint smell of tobacco

reached Camille's nose, she subconsciously frowned and asked in a

low voice, "Did you smoke?"

His voice was low: "Hmm."

Camille looked at him and hesitated for a few seconds before saying,

"It's better to smoke less!"

He couldn't stop looking at her, his handsome face emerged with the

inherent nobility, the dark eyes under the eyes like splashed with thick

ink like darkness, so people can't tell whether he is happy or angry?

Camille mentally asked herself if that was the wrong thing to say or if

there was something wrong with it.

But she doesn't think it's wrong to ask.

Just as she was about to ask Ayan what his complaint was, he spoke in

a low voice: "Okay, I'll try not to smoke."

Camille nods and swallows the words that come out of her mouth.

She went to the sofa and sat down, Ayan also did not go to take a

shower, but followed her to the opposite empty seat.

The two faced each other, and Camille asked with lightly pursed lips,

"Are you ... staying here for the night?"

He lifted his dark eyes to look at her, "Camille, do you think I would let

you live alone in an apartment and continue to have a situation like last

night?"

“I'm not alone, Sienna lives with me."

She explained in a low voice.

But the words fell on Ayan's ears and meant something else. He asked,

"So you don't need me as a husband and only want Sienna, your best

friend, to be with you?"

Camille was slightly stunned, "I didn't mean that."

"So what do you mean?"

“I just..."

“You slept in the same bed with her?" His voice was low, catching the

point and pursuing it to the end.

Camille froze and shook her head in denial, "No, I sleep in the bed and

she sleeps on the floor."

Ayan's expressionless handsome face seemed to relax a little, and

then faintly instructed: "Don't let anyone else sleep in our bed."

Camille blinked and finally nodded her head and mewed.

She gave a silent sigh and the atmosphere was briefly quiet.

At that moment, she suddenly thought of something to tell him and then

spoke, "Ayan, I have something I want to talk to you about.”

"What is it? You tell me!"

"I'd like to meet Elijah, can you arrange that for me?"

She looked at Ayan and asked.