Chapter 42 Does he not want a divorce?

Ayan frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at Camille, her voice

low as she responded to Eileen's words, "Camille told you we're

checking in tomorrow?"

“Yeah, Camille told me that when she got back this morning, Camille,

don't you think?"

Eileen looked at Camille with a gentle expression, without any of the

sharpness of the tit for tat that the two of them had when they were

alone.

But Camille simply ignored her, just indifferently swept a glance and

averted his gaze.

Camille is silent, and Eileen's expression is a little slightly stiff.

She whispered, "Ayan, since you and Camille are going through the

formalities, it's better for us to move out. After all, you said that this villa

will be left to Camille as compensation for the divorce, if we continue to

live here after your divorce, will people say that we are bullying

Camille?"

The man's face was slightly pale, a few moments of impatience flooded

his eyebrows, and his tone was cold: “Is that what you mean too?"

This question is naturally addressed to Camille.

The two men's eyes locked, his deep eyes with a shallow crushed ice

that stung as if it could frostbite a person.

Camille didn't dodge, but looked straight at him and said, “I don't intend

to live here after our divorce, I will move out, so you can continue to live

here if you don't find a suitable place."

Ayan has a lot of properties in his name, so I'm afraid he's just saying

he doesn't have a suitable place for Eileen, right?

Camille always thought he was just trying to look at his beloved all the

time, so he came up with that excuse.

But all of this will soon have nothing to do with her, so she will not

question any more.

I just don't know if it was because of her answer, Ayan didn't give her a

good look all night.

It seems to be very angry.

But what is he angry about?

After dinner, Ayan went back to the study and Camille went into the

bedroom.

He didn't go back to his bedroom until late at night, so Camille didn't

have a chance to talk to him at all.

She fell asleep while waiting.

The night was dreamless and soon it was the next day.

At around six in the morning, the man's figure came out of the master

bedroom and went straight downstairs.

He didn't even eat breakfast and was ready to go out, but just as he

was about to get into the car, he heard a woman's voice: "Ayan , are

you going out?"

Ayan turns back and Eileen jogs over to follow.

He hmmed lightly, "Where are you going so early?"

"Ayan, aren't you and Camille going to the civil service today to get a

divorce? Is it okay if I go with you?"

Ayan's face was warm with a few inconspicuous flashes of annoyance,

and he said, "You're going to the Civil Affairs Bureau with us?"

"Well, okay? I want to go with you for a piece.”

Her eyes were full of anticipation.

Ayan just gave a slight pause and then said, "The Civil Affairs Bureau is

not open at this hour, so I have to go to the office first."

"Well, I'm fine, I can stay with you."

"As you wish."

Eileen was so happy to hear the man's voice saying yes that she

hurriedly pulled the passenger side and sat up.

Camille woke up at seven o'clock.

There was no one around, so he probably went downstairs.

Only when she came downstairs after washing and changing, she

didn't see anyone and asked Kit, "Ayan, where is he?"

"Ayan went out early in the morning, with Miss Khan and the two of

them.”

"Okay, I got it."

Camille just lightly responded, the bottom of the heart as lightly cut

through the sea left inconspicuous ripples, but people can not ignore.

Where did he take Eileen so early in the morning?

Can't wait to celebrate that they're getting divorced?

Thinking about it, the tip of the heart is like being torn by ants like a

vague pain, not light or heavy, but can make people hurt to the point of

not being able to breathe.

Camille grabbed a bite to eat and headed out.

She thought Ayan was going to celebrate with Eileen first and then

would go straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau to meet her, so she drove

there by herself.

Same time.

In the president's office on the top floor of the Simpson Group building.

Ayan sits at his desk focusing on the paperwork in his hand, while

Eileen sits on the couch across from him, where she has been sitting

and waiting for the past hour.

She specially checked the Civil Affairs Bureau office hours, it is now,

but he did not half move, she hesitated, and finally decided to remind.

"Ayan , are you done yet? Are we ready to go over there?"

She looked at Ayan, her eyes were gentle, and her tone was as moving

as a clear spring.

Ayan lifted his hand to glance at the time on his watch and said with a

warm gaze, "Wait a minute."

Eileen can only lightly purse her lips without a sound.

She said to herself that they would check in today anyway, after waiting

for so long, there was no need to rush for such an hour or two, instead

she saved upsetting him.

So she said no more, kept silent and waited.

After the man's eyes noticed her head hanging down, he picked up his

phone and found a contact and knocked down a few words to send

over, then put it back and continued reading the file.

In about ten minutes, Kian knocked on the office door.

"Mr. Simpson, there's an urgent meeting on the board side to attend

right now, so I'm afraid you'll need to postpone your morning trip."

Kian walked in with a sharp pace, looking at Ayan with a heavy and

slightly nervous face.

Ayan also stood up immediately: "Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Yes, you can cancel all my arrangements for this morning.” His voice is

indifferent, methodically ordered, and then looked at the dull-eyed

Eileen on the sofa and said, "Eileen, I'll have someone send you back

first, or you can have someone send you there if you have other

arrangements, I have an urgent meeting to attend at the moment, so I

can't accompany you."

Eileen was stunned.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Ayan was already walking out

of the office with Kian.

9:10 am.

In front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Camille was already waiting.

But Ayan hasn't arrived yet.

She's looked at the time several times now and she's been over for an

hour and a half.

Finally, I couldn't resist taking out my phone and dialing Ayan's number,

but it took a long time for someone to pick up.

"Hello ma'am it's me, Kian , Mr. Simpson is in a meeting, what can I do

for you?"

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Camille was a little surprised: "He's in a meeting?"

"Yes, there is a temporary emergency on the board of directors’ side,

so Mr. Fu is having a meeting to deal with it, do you need me to pass

on anything?"

"No need."

After hanging up the phone, Camille looked helpless.

What meeting can't you take half an hour to check in before you start?

She held the phone, her eyes glazed over.

At this time, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.

She glanced down at the screen, which displayed a two-word note.

She pressed answer, "Hello, Preston ."

"Finished checking in yet?"

Preston asked in a shallow voice.

She said expressionlessly, "No, he had a temporary problem.”

"Something?"

"Hmm."

Preston didn't think so and said, "Camille, does he not want to divorce

you?"