Chapter 345 Fear Of Him

Chapter 345 Fear of him

Ayan looked at her with some confusion, "You want to see Elijah? What

do you want to see him for?"

Camille sighed softly, she answered truthfully: “I have some doubts, I

went back to the Armstrong family today, but dad he seems to be very

reluctant to let me mention Elijah, I have asked dad after the Armstrong

Corp was set up by Elijah this story broke out, but his reaction is very

big, and reminded me Don't ask about it again.”

"Why are you asking if you're not allowed to mention it?"

Ayan said lightly.

Camille looked at him, the heart of the suspicion: "I actually suspect

that Elijah and Preston are acquainted, because Elijah's wife was taken

away by a man wearing a hat, that man and the collapse of the incident

with Isaac is very similar to the man, Ayan, about this point, in fact, you

already know, right? ?"

She found that coming clean about everything didn't seem so hard.

On the contrary, the whole person feels relaxed after saying it.

She looked at Ayan, not waiting for him to speak then smiled lightly:

“This doubt in my heart has not been a day or two, just because a lot of

things have happened recently, so I have not been too sure, but also

these two days suddenly thought, so I want to check with Dad, but he is

not willing to say anything, so I want to meet Elijah. *

Ayan eyebrows do not move, and did not respond to Camille his heart

is not so, just the face is also always low.

He whispered, "Yes, I'll set you up."

"Well, it better be one of these two days!"

Grandma is having surgery in a few days, so she wants to get it over

with.

Ayan nodded his head in agreement.

He said, "Preston now there is no news, the police side of the search

and rescue although they have not stopped, but the hope seems a little

slim, you see Elijah at this time should not be of much use, right?"

“It has nothing to do with him, I'm just trying to figure out why Elijah did

that to the Armstrong family? After all, the Armstrong family has treated

him well, and I'm curious as to what the relationship between him and

Preston really is?"

Camille made all her thoughts clear to Ayan.

She didn't want to have any conflict and disconnection with him

because of Preston's related matters. After the recent events, she was

really tired and physically and mentally exhausted, and when she

thought about it there was nothing too big to deserve this.

Ayan just nodded and didn't say much.

But his face seemed a bit stony, and Camille couldn't help but think

more than once that he wasn't happy.

Camille frowned slightly and whispered, "Ayan, are you upset?"

Ayan looked at him and said lightly, "No, I was just wondering what kind

of relationship Elijah and Preston could be."

The two men looked at each other, but neither spoke.

This answer they can not give out, only after meeting Elijah can get.

After chatting for a while, the time was close to ten o'clock, Ayan went

to take a shower first, Camille sat in the living room without moving.

She took the phone and looked at the time, when he finished washing

up probably will go to bed, right?

She suddenly looked like a girl who was still untouched, like she had

just been married to him as a couple.

She remembers that night.

Very apprehensive.

Camille pursed her lips slightly as she messaged Sienna: "A little

scared, what to do?"

Sienna did not reply, Camille also do not know what she is doing, small

mouth slightly pouting very unhappy.

At that moment, Ayan's voice came from the bedroom, "Camille, it's

late, it's time for bed.”

"Well, got it."

Camille whispers in response, then gets up and walks into the

bedroom.

Just as she stepped into the bedroom, it suddenly occurred to her that

she was pregnant and couldn't do anything, so why was she nervous?

What was she so uncomfortable about?

But whether she was nervous or uneasy, but she would not admit that

she was shy.

But the lights in the bedroom were a little dim, so the atmosphere

couldn't help but become lovey-dovey. Camille walked to the bed with

her head hanging and sat down, then quietly lifted the covers and lay

down where she slept.

Her every move every subtle expression and movement let Ayan see

into the bottom of the eyes, especially her cautious look as if very afraid

of him, so Ayan mouth corner unmoving pulled, sly corner of the eyes

also followed a light smile.

When Camille thought that nothing would happen, Ayan suddenly put

down the book in his hand, and then his whole body turned around and

bent down towards her.

Her eyes were wide, staring at the handsome face approaching her for

a moment, and her whole body was too stiff to move.

She stammered a bit, "You ..... What are you going to do?"

"What are you nervous about? " he said in a hoarse voice.

Camille denied, “I'm not nervous.”

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Ayan was still watching her, his eyes slightly narrowed with a few

titillating notes as he said, "Camille, are you afraid of me?"

"No." She glanced at him, then subconsciously looked away.

Her reaction betrayed herself in disguise, and Ayan didn't poke at it, but

just remained in this position, his bony hand gently stroking her hair,

making her feel like the whole thing was about to suffocate.

She said, "It's getting late, let's just get to bed!"

"No rush, just getting ready for eleven o'clock only, or are you already

sleepy?"

He asked in a low voice.

Camille nodded her head, "Well, I'm sleepy, can I go to bed?"

"Really sleepy?"

"Really."

Ayan's hand slowly moved down and finally gently cupped her chin, his

deep eyes gazing at her intently as he said, "Haven't you missed me for

so many days?"

She froze completely.

Lightly pursed lips refused to speak.

Instead, he said, "Camille, answer my question, huh? Do you want

me?"

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"What do you say?"

He was heavy on the hints.

Camille, however, was at a loss for words, “I'm carrying a baby!"

The knot in his throat rolled and his voice was mute to the extreme: "I

just want you to kiss me, where do you think you're going? What? Do

you miss me? I can promise you if you want, huh?"

His words are getting lower and lower, and his deep eyes are staring at

her like a whirlpool, making her feel like she's going to be sucked in

instantly if she takes one more look.

Camille's cheeks were red and hot, and she just wanted to get this over

with, so she took the initiative and kissed him on the corner of his

mouth, then whispered, "Is that okay?"

Ayan hooked his lips a smile, his laughter is obvious, handsome face

originally let people can not move away from the eyes, even if you look

at the entertainment industry, there are not many can be compared with

him, at the moment and reveal the same smile as the absolute wind, it

is more fascinating to people.

Camille thought he was satisfied, and just as she was about to breathe

a sigh of relief, the man's kiss followed.

He basically gave Camille no chance to duck, one hand cupping her

chin and taking all her breath away.

It had been a long time since they had been as close and intimate as

they were at this moment, so when they actually touched each other he

wanted more.

Camille could clearly feel Ayan's reaction as well as his rapid breathing.

She knew very well that something would definitely happen if this

continued, so she stopped it immediately.

She reached out and pushed, but there was no response, and finally

had to make a strong effort to pull away from him as she said, "I ..... 'm

thirsty."

Ayan laughed helplessly, then reached out and pinched her cheek: "Do

you want to get me killed?"

His voice was muffled and deep.

Let Camille immediately pulled up the quilt to cover her head, heart

pounding, but did not dare to have any response.