Chapter 419: Missing

Chapter 419: Missing

Ayan subconsciously frowned, he didn't respond immediately because

he didn't know why she would ask that?

But Camille didn't wait for him to say anything before continuing, "If you

want to move back in, you can tell me in advance, I'll move back into

the apartment so we don't have to bother each other.”

“You think I'm bothering you?"

His face stiffened and his deep eyes locked on her.

She didn't deny it, she just said lightly, "Don't you think it would be

awkward and uncomfortable for us to live together in our current state?

You will also make grandpa and mom and dad think we have made up,

just like the story of the wolf, which will make me feel that I can't do

what I said myself at all, if you feel more comfortable living in the

Simpson's mansion, then I can move out."

The two stared at each other, his dark ink-like eyes as permeated with

a layer of thick ice, cold and chilly.

But even so, Camille did not budge, she was already afraid of such a

situation, and she preferred not to become irresistible by living together

in a piece that was constantly set up by the elders to create

opportunities, and in the end it was back to square one.

She pursed her lips and waited for a long time without Ayan's response,

she said with a warm face: "So you want to move back in?"

Ayan held back the emotions surging under his eyes, his handsome

face was surrounded by a deep coldness, but in the end he didn't have

a fit, but only said warmly: "I don't mean to move back in, but I just

came to see my grandfather after sending you back, this cooperation is

extremely important to the Simpson Group, and there are some details

I want to discuss with my grandfather and listen to some of his advice. "

No half-word of his response was tinged with anger and displeasure,

but every word was filled with a wide-eyed indifference.

His eyes were always looking at her, and the hidden emotions under

his eyes were like a thick fog and obvious and misty.

After his words, Camille immediately moved her gaze away from

continuing to look at him, then pursed her lips, "Sorry, then it seems

that I misunderstood you, since you're coming back for grandpa, then

hurry up and go inside."

She turned around and lifted her feet to go inside, Ayan's eyes were

suddenly startled, his eyes were watching her back for a moment, his

eyebrows moved slightly and spoke lightly: “Camille.”

"Hmm? Is there anything else?"

Camille glanced back at him with a look of indifference to the extreme.

He did not speak immediately, his thin lips pursed into a straight line,

then stepped on the steps step by step, until she reached out to touch

the distance before stopping.

He looked at her with downcast eyes, "Are you bored of even looking at

me now? If it weren't for the fact that I'm the baby's father as well as

grandpa's face, wouldn't you have tried everything to separate yourself

from me cleanly by now?"

Ayan's handsome face is extremely light, but without the slightest hint

of hostility or anger, the pair of deep eyes with a very heavy stoicism

waiting for her response.

Camille subconsciously frowned: "Even if I have such a thought, there

is nothing surprising, right? Ayan, no one will always stand in the same

place, we have long had problems between us, and before I found out I

was pregnant, you have already filed for divorce, I think if at that time

we simply divorce, then there will not be such a mutual torture between

us now."

"Mutual torture?" Ayan sneered, "So now it's a torture for you?"

“It's just an adjective."

She said.

Ayan sneered, a shadow falling under his eye and face: "Camille,

you're so good!"

After he finished, he took the first step to lift his feet and walked into the

house.

But his reaction and his words kept Camille from asking herself

rhetorical questions.

Did she say something wrong again?

How come from his reaction, as if she had done something to hurt him.

Camille looked slightly heavy and sighed, with an indescribable

emotion in her mind.

She just pursed her lips lightly, then followed.

The two have returned together for the second time, and Talia and the

old Simpson were naturally happy to see such a harmonious

atmosphere.

But the old Simpson noticed that the two didn't look very good, and with

the fact that Ayan said he had something to talk to him about work as

soon as he entered the room, he went to the study.

Talia looks over to Camille and asks, "Did you have dinner with Ayan

tonight?"

"Yeah, I accompanied him to Mr. and Mrs. Bell's reception, and Miss

Hayes and her husband who we saw downstairs at the office the other

day."

She responded truthfully.

Talia's eyebrows were stunned and a flash of shock crossed her face,

which quickly disappeared, but Camille could still see it clearly.

When Talia was silent, Camille spoke up, "Mom, may I go upstairs

first?"

Talia then immediately came back to her senses, then hurriedly said,

"Okay, you seemed tired, a shower and early rest are good for you."

Camille flashed a smile and heads upstairs.

She just didn't want to meet up with Ayan.

But Ayan didn't stay the night at the Simpson's mansion either, but

Camille didn't know when he left because she was already asleep at

that time.

Mrs. Bell left her contact information with Camille, and Camille thought

it was just a convenient way to get in touch with her later, but she didn't

expect Mrs. Bell to send a message the next morning inviting her to

meet for afternoon tea and chat.

Although Camille was busy with work, she couldn't bear to put it off

because Mrs. Bell gave people a very comfortable feeling, and it

wouldn't be as heavy with the air of interest as others.

So Camille said yes.

She chose the place in a cafe near the company, the cafe is good and

complete, Mrs. Bell is a foreigner, the quality requirements of this area

is quite high, so everything will be Mrs. Bell.

Camille arrived at the cafe early, and in about ten minutes, Mrs. Bell

arrived in a car arranged by the Simpson Group.

The two had a separate appointment, but the atmosphere was not cold

at all.

Mrs. Bell also brought Camille a gift: "Cami, I didn't have time to

prepare for the meeting yesterday, so I just made up for it today, you

don't mind, do you?"

"You're welcome, I certainly don't mind, thank you for your kind words."

"We are friends, no need for such utmost courtesy.”

Even though there was a huge gap of age difference between the two,

but the conversation was cordial.

Mrs. Bell was curious about Camille's relationship history with Ayan, so

she couldn't help but inquire, "How did you two meet?"

Mrs. Bell enjoyed collecting stories of couples she thought are good.

She had traveled a lot places over the years, and because her

relationship and marriage with her husband were relatively smooth, she

wanted to learn more about the models of couples.

Camille's eyes twitched slightly and she was stunned for a few seconds

before responding in a low voice: "We were brought together by our

families.”

"Matchmaking?"

Camille nodded, "We didn't know anything about each other until we

got married.”

"And have you ever had a crush on each other?"

Mrs. Bell asked curiously.

Camille thought seriously, then spoke, “I liked him already when he and

I were not married.”

"You liked him before you got married?"

"Well, but is it okay if this is a secret between us?" She inquired in a

shallow voice, having no defenses against Mrs. Bell, so she just came

right out and told the truth.

Mrs. Bell didn't hesitate to agree: "Of course, I admire you, because I

have also liked someone before, just because I was too timid to take

that step so I missed it for life, but I met my husband, which is the luck

of my life, each of our life is long predetermined, but as for how to live a

life, it's totally depend on us."

Camille and Mrs. Bell looked at each other and smiled.

Mrs. Bell then asked, “You like him, but does he have a favorite?"

Camille smiled faintly, "He probably has, but I'm not really sure."

Mrs. Bell said, "But it doesn't matter anymore, as long as you're

comfortable with each other now, you'll get better and better.”

"Thanks!"

The two clinked their glasses.

The afternoon tea lasted nearly two hours, and after sending Mrs. Bell

off, Ayan's phone call came the next moment.

He asked, "You met with Mrs. Bell?"

“Yeah, we just said goodbye."

“You guys ... What did you talk about?"

He asked tentatively.

Camille's almond eyes narrowed and she asked indifferently, “What are

you worried about? That I told her that we're not in love at all?"