Chapter 509 Shyness

Chapter 509 Shyness

Mrs. Bell is like the president of their cp support group.

Camille narrowed her lips slightly, and her eyes met those dark eyes,

and he was staring at her without a second glance.

A low voice also sounded in the next second: "Well, it looks good.”

Camille gritted her teeth lightly, and her face was a stiff smile, but

thankfully the driver came to pick her up, so that was the end of such

an atmosphere.

Camille and Mrs. Bell both changed into beautiful dresses and delicate

makeup, Timmy is still Ayan's initiative to carry over and follow the two

girls, because of the large number of people, so Ayan specially asked

the driver to drive an extended version of the car over.

Once in the car, Camille noticed that the driver was a chauffeur, and he

addressed her politely, "Hi Mrs. Simpson!"

Camille nodded in response.

The car started smoothly, Mrs. Bell chatted with Camille, and Ayan

carried Timmy as a daddy, who had just eaten milk, so he didn't fuss at

all.

Mrs. Bell talked to Camille: "I actually asked Cora to come with me

today, but she declined, saying she still wasn't feeling well and that it

would be nice to keep it simple.”

Camille nodded gently, "It does take a lot of rest to be uncomfortable.”

Mrs. Bell was fine with this, but she asked in a low voice, “Is Cora

having some kind of trouble with Austin? Lately it seems like the couple

is getting a bit separated.”

"How can it be? I don't think it's bad, right?" Camille's voice was low

and shallow, and if Mrs. Bell had looked closely she would have noticed

that her face was also lukewarm and uninterested in the matter.

Mrs. Bell: "Hopefully, ever since I heard their argument at the hospital,

I've been worried about any problems arising in their relationship,

unlike the fact that you guys even have a child and the bond will be a

little deeper.”

Camille just smiled lightly, no ripples in her eyes, she wanted to tell

Mrs. Bell, some couples even if they have children are not necessarily

strong feelings, maybe long ago no relationship.

This topic follows with the arrival of the annual meeting site.

This year, the Simpson Group's annual meeting was held at the

Simpson Group's hotel, which was closed to the public for the day and

was used to treat Simpson Group employees.

A lot of people had already gathered on the scene and it was bustling

with activity.

Mr. Bell was waiting at the door early, and when he saw Mrs. Bell's

outfit today, he said lovingly, "Darling, you look beautiful.”

The two embraced and hugged each other with unparalleled affection.

Camille and Ayan stood side by side with a cute Timmy in his arms, a

scene that naturally attracted a lot of attention, partly because he is the

president of the Simpson Group, and partly because who wouldn't love

to see a talented man and a beautiful woman?

Time soon came to 6:30 pm, people have basically arrived, Ayan as the

president of Simpson Group took the lead to speak on stage, followed

by some Simpson Group executives, and then directly began the lottery

session, which is also the most anticipated by everyone.

Timmy went back to the Simpson's mansion with Talia after the session

started, otherwise it was too late to worry that he would not get used to

it.

In fact, Camille also wanted to go along, but she had to continue to play

the role of Mrs. Simpson.

After the raffle it was time for the second half of the dance.

Mr. and Mrs. Bell took the lead and then Austin and Cora joined in.

Camille was new to dancing so she wasn't going to participate, but Mrs.

Bell said, "You can be the center of attention, you're Mrs. Simpson,

beautiful Mrs. Simpson. ."

Ayan also held out his hand at this point: "Come on, I'll take you."

With Mr. and Mrs. Bell staring at her with a smile on their faces and

some of the other Simpson Group executives looking over at them,

Camille had to reach out and put her hand in Ayan's palm and move

into the middle of the dance floor with him.

Ayan's dancing skills were so skilled that no one could tell that Camille

was not dancing well under his leadership, and soon others were

leading their partners onto the dance floor, and their attention was

taken away from them.

Because of the dance, the two were very close, Ayan's hand on her

waist, the warmth of her palm against her skin made her stiff and

extremely uncomfortable.

After feeling the tightness of her body, Ayan asked in a low voice,

"Shy?"

Camille raised her eyes and gave him an unpleasant glare, but it made

Ayan smile instead of being angry.

He said, "It's beautiful today.”

Camille: "Thanks!"

"Only verbal thanks?"

"If you're not satisfied you can take it back."

The smile between his eyebrows deepened, and his deep eyes locked

on her, "So mean to me?"

Camille pursed her lips and didn't want to answer because his tone was

becoming more and more unpredictable.

Ayan wasn't annoyed, but just continued, “Ignoring me?"

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly and her face went cold: "You think I

have to be held back by you now that there are more people?"

She didn't want to continue dancing and walked off the dance floor by

breaking his hand.

Because the lights were dim and the dance floor was crowded, no one

noticed them.

Camille walked straight out of the ballroom and into the outdoor garden,

which is located on the 16th floor of the hotel, with a view of Hance

City's most iconic buildings and the brightly lit night scene.

She found a quiet corner and sat down, palms resting on her chin in a

daze.

Ayan followed her pace to find out there was no one in sight, handsome

as the cheeks flashed a touch of helplessness, then along the corridor

has been looking for around the bathroom.

He didn't see Camille and casually pulled out his cell phone to call

Kian: "Find out where the lady has gone."

The party was crowded, and he didn't want Camille to be seen tonight,

even if in Camille's mind they were already an ex-couple.

After all, only he knows best how the truth is.

Just as Ayan finished dialing and was about to light the cigarette in his

hand, the woman's whispered voice came from behind the stone pillar

he had passed on his way in: "Ayan ...."

Ayan heard the voice of the visitor, but there was no reaction, only a

slight frown between his eyebrows.

He lit the cigarette in his hand to his mouth and took a puff, white

smoke curled around his handsome and handsome face, he is still in a

classic black suit today, making his body more and more reserved.

The woman walked up to him and a hint of alcohol wafted through the

air with her.

She doesn't have delicate makeup or a gorgeous dress today, but you

can still tell that she's purposely dressed up.

She pursed her lips slightly and tilted her head to look at the man,

"Ayan, I saw you holding Timmy today in a really nice way."

"Thanks!" Ayan spoke in a light voice, with a heavy meaning of

detachment between his words.

Cora didn't understand what he meant: "Thanks?"

He did not respond.

She said, "I don't want you to say thank you to me, I can see that you

love children, but ..... ... Ayan, is everything really what you want now?"

Ayan smoked his cigarette in silence and did not answer Cora's

question.

This made Cora look like she had caught a break, and she faced Ayan

and continued, "Ayan, if it hadn't happened back then, would we be

together now? Maybe that's our baby you're holding today, right?"

Along with Cora’s words fell, the cigarette in Ayan's hand was followed

by extinguished.