Chapter 520 Injury

Chapter 520 Injury

Ayan raised his eyes to meet her gaze, his dark eyes flashed with a

slight bewilderment, and he said in a low voice, "Dinner first?"

Camille's brow wrinkled slightly, and her face became reticent.

She was silent and stopped talking, thinking to herself that if he didn't

have anything to say at all and was just trying to trick her into eating

together in this way, there wouldn't be a next time.

In fact, she also simply could not understand, obviously he did not love

her, why instead after the divorce acted as if he was in love with her?

It took nearly half an hour for the meal to be finished, and both men put

down their chopsticks, their eyes locked on each other.

Ayan spoke lightly: "Cora came to see me at the Simpson Group this

morning."

Camille's eyelashes fluttered and her eyes looked at him unblinkingly.

So that's what he wants to say in person?

Camille lowered her eyes and said with a warm expression, “This is

your business, you don't have to tell me specifically.”

Ayan blushed slightly, but did not stop there, but continued: "She is not

in a good situation, hoping I can help her divorce Austin.”

Ayan told Camille in detail what had happened in the morning, but

Camille didn't respond for a long time after he finished talking.

He stared at her and asked, "Why aren't you talking?"

Camille raised her eyes to meet his gaze again: "l said, in fact, you do

not need to tell me this, this matter also had nothing to do with me, and

I do not care what she asked you for help? Now that we're divorced, it's

your personal business you can do whatever you want.”

Camille's reaction was very cold and distant, and her "We're divorced"

dropped the temperature to zero.

His handsome face also stiffened instantly because of her words, and

his deep eyes stared at her closely, as if he wanted to see her through.

He said, "So you don't care about anything about me now?"

Camille's heart snapped shut.

What does he mean by this question?

She pursed her lips and looked at him not knowing what to say?

He added: "I'm telling you this because I don't want you to know from

other people's mouths, and I don't want misunderstandings to arise

between us because of this matter, as to why I want to help? Itis

because her current situation if really related to the Simpson family that

I can not sit idly by, I do not deny that there are also mixed with the love

of knowing each other for so many years."

"Understandable, if a stranger encountered such things have the ability

to help, not to mention that you have known each other for many

years."

Camille returned lightly.

Her answer was without any emotion, every word came from her heart,

especially the point that Ayan stepped in to help Cora, she didn't feel

any wrong, no matter how the couple relationship between Cora and

Austin really was?

But Cora’s situation today is a collapse that she has seen with her own

eyes. If no one is willing to help her at this time, then probably she will

be even more desperate, right?

But her answer was too calm, so calm that Ayan could barely see the

slightest ripple, and he furrowed his brows, his eyes fixed on her for a

moment: "You're not happy, are you?"

Camille: "No."

Ayan, however, did not believe it and still gazed at her: "I will let her

handle the couple on her own when her psychological condition is a

little better.”

"Well, that's fine, but you don't have to tell me over and over again."

"Camille!" he blushed slightly, looking at her bright, clean face, his voice

lowered to a whisper, "Is that your only reaction?"

Camille frowned at him, “I don't understand what you mean, what do

you expect me to do? Do you want me to tell you not to do this or do

you want me to go with her to meet her and give her encouragement

and comfort so that she can adjust mentally and come out soon?"

Camille felt helpless, what was she going to do right?

Ayan's thin lips pursed into a straight line as he looked at her, his

handsome face was expressionless and his eyes were gloomy, he said,

“I'm not asking you to do this, I just hope you can understand me and

not get angry or upset with me in any way because of this, hmm?"

Camille laughed, and she said, "Ayan, you can ask what you want to

do? But you can't ask me to go along with what you do? Seriously,

today for me, even if Cora is divorced now you want to stay with her is

okay, after all, it is your choice, I have no right to dry over.”

Ayan cold face, deep eyes fiercely shrink, under the eyes of the thick

as splashed with black ink so that people can not see the bottom.

He said in a cold voice, "So these are your true words?"

Camille met his eyes without any dodging and said back, "Of course!"

Ayan sneered, and a look that made Camille's heart inexplicably flutter

under her eyes.

He laughed to himself, "Camille, you really don't have a soft heart when

you talk about hurting people!"

Camille was slightly stunned, clenching her teeth to control the outward

expression of her inner emotions, before smiling warmly and

indifferently: “You think my words hurt people, what about you? If the

person who asked for your help today was a second person other than

Cora, would you have helped despite the trouble and obstruction?"

Ayan froze.

She continued, "You won't." She smiled, the look in her eyes as if she

wanted to see through Ayan's mind, and then testified: "You obviously

have not completely forgotten her but you want to act as if you have

nothing to do with her, do you want to do it for me or for others? Or

maybe this is the only way to make you feel at ease to help?"

His face was as cold as ice, a pair of very deep eyes stared at her

without saying a word.

Camille's words have not yet spoken, she stood up and gazed down at

the man in front of her, saying word for word: "If you really can't let go

can help her sue for divorce, and then spend the rest of your life with

her."

He sat there for a long time did not respond, just a face sunken

powerful, his throat knot rolled, the color under his eyes as dark as ink,

his voice hoarse to the extreme said: "I do not think so, I help her not

because I can not forget her, just because I am afraid the Simpson

family has an unshirkable responsibility, so ... "

“I don't want to hear it anymore, you don't need to tell me, it doesn't

matter what kind of relationship you want to have with her, you guys

can do whatever you like, I don't want to have any more involvement in

this matter.”

Camille cut him off directly, not wanting to continue the conversation.

There seemed to be no point in continuing the meal here, and since his

words had been spoken, Camille wanted to leave.

She cast a faint glance at Ayan: "If that's what you're going to say then

now that you've finished, I'll go first!"

He did not respond, just sitting there expressionless, look indifferent as

ice let people dare not look straight for too long.

But just as Camille got up to leave the table and turned toward the

door, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

Camille frowned: "Put ..."

Ayan interrupted her in a light voice: "Camille, it's not what you think!"

His tone was low and heavy with explanation.

He said, "I know you mind such dealings, I assure you that I will take

care of this matter as soon as possible and there will be no other

dealings after that except for the project, so can you trust me for once?