Chapter 574 Shopping

Chapter 574 Shopping

Dan confessed, “It's been pretty quiet in the group the last two days.

Has Manager Hayes approached you privately?"

“No, why do you ask?"

“I thought she 'd insist on apologizing until you forgave her."

Camille's chin lifted slightly and raised an eyebrow, “Then if I were to

remain unforgiven for the rest of my life, will she still have to apologize

to me for the rest of her life?"

“It's possible."

"You can read her mind?"

“You think too highly of me. I'm not worth it."

"Humph, I see you gossip a lot, or you can your profession and join the

paparazzi!"

"So can I get a first-hand account of this matter?

Camille grimaced, "Dream on."

Dan also smiled: "Well, not to joke with you, but in the next two days

you will submit of the draft. It is inevitable to meet each other. Are you

ready?"

"What do I need to prepare?”, Camille grunted softly, "Am I the one who

is wrong?"

"Of course not you, but some people can pretend innocent better than

you." Dan smiled meaningfully. He may be a man, but after all, growing

up around women, Dan had seen a lot of dramas since he was a kid.

Camille gave him an emotionless look and did not respond to his words

again.

But she did not feel the need to make any preparations. What should

come would come sooner or later. She was not acting, and why did she

need to rehearse in advance?

After reviewing the drawings, they put them in a PPT file and sent them

directly to Kian for a meeting with the Simpson Group.

It was still early, and Dan had other things to do and left first. Camille

had nothing to do when she was free, so she was going to Simpson's

mansion to see Timmy and make him her newly learned supplements.

But Ayan's phone call came at that moment.

Looking at his call, it became clear to Camille that he was appearing

more and more frequently these days.

She pursed her lips lightly and slid her fingertips down the answer

button, "Hello?"

"At the office?"

"Hmm."

“I'm downstairs of your office. Is it convenient to come down?" He

asked in a low voice, with great tenderness.

Camille did not reply, but simply asked, “Is there something wrong?"

“Nothing serious, I just went back last night and saw that Timmy's

clothes and some other stuff need to be replaced, so I want to ask if

you want to go with me? I think you can pick something more suitable

for him than me, so I want to ask you to be my advisor. Can you?"

He was sincere, not like a temporary intention, but more like there was

a sense that he did find this out last night and then made this decision

today.

But Camille couldn't resist asking, “Why are you so free?" And then she

realized it didn't seem polite, so she added, "I mean, if you're busy, I

can just go by myself, so you can take care of your business, huh?"

“There is a meeting around 3pm and a social gathering in the evening,

so now I'm free." He still gave a sincere explanation, but was afraid to

force too much, so whispered: "If you feel it's not too convenient, then I

will go by myself. Can the salesgirls’ words be the references?"

Camille wrinkled her brow and didn't respond immediately.

Because the parents’ money is best to earn, especially in the case of

rich men such as Ayan, who did not understand it would be the easist

to take money out of his pockt? Though the enthusiastic introduction,

many of the things, especially for children at Timmy's stage the guides

introduced would not be useful. Most of them are IQ taxes.

Although he was rich, the money could not be wasted.

So Camille took a deep breath and said, "I'm going down now."

Ayan immediately replied without pause, "Okay, I'll wait for you!"

The phone hung up, Camille sat on the chair for a long time and did not

get up, until after adjusting the emotions of the heart, she then picked

up her bag and cell phone out of the office.

Yessica asks, "Is Cami going out?"

"Well, out to get something for Timmy and I guess I won't be back at

the office this afternoon."

"Good, then you can rest assured to go with Timmy. Do not forget to

send a few more photos to the group for me." Yessica's so-called life in

this complicated workplace required such a simple and lovely baby like

Timmy to cheer her up.

Sitting in the car, Ayan's gaze was fixed on the front door of the building

until the familiar figure appeared. The expression on his face became

warm and light.

He followed Camille out of the car as she was about to walk to it. He

pulled open the passenger door and rested his hand on the edge of the

door, his deep eyes gazing at her, "Get in!"

He got out of the car just as Camille was about to reach it. He pulled

open the passenger door and rested his hand on the edge of the door.

His dark eyes looked at her. "Get in!"

Once in the car, while Ayan was putting on his seatbelt, Camille

couldn't help but ask, "How come you've been driving by yourself lately,

and where's the driver and Mr. Reid?"

Ayan stepped on the gas pedal, the car started, and the speed

gradually became faster. He turned his head to look at Camille, his

voice low and warm: “Let me be your driver. Isn't it good?"

“I didn't mean that.” It was just that mostly, it was Kian or a chauffeur,

and lately it had been himself. Inevitably, she was a bit surprised.

Ayan: "Kian had other things to take care of. The driver was arranged

to Mr. and Mrs. Bell. Besides, we went to buy Timmy's stuff . It's not

part of the official business, so it 's better to drive ourselves.”

"OK."

She whispered in response.

Ayan drove to the largest mall in the neighborhood.

Then it was time for Camille to pick and Ayan to buy.

They bought Timmy a lot of seasonal clothes, as well as household

items that could be used at the moment and some toys.

After the purchase, Ayan came out with several shopping bags in his

hand, but it did not affect the handsomeness of his face and the

elegance and nobility of his body.

Camille felt a bit guilty about him paying and taking groceries, so she

offered to ask, "Let me take some too."

“No, it's OK for me." He stuck one hand in his trouser pocket, his thin

lips outlined a light smile, saying, "Buy something else?"

“That's enough, a lot already.”

"So it's just going back?"

"Yeah."

Ayan's face changed slightly, in the depths of his black eyes flooded

with slight indifference. He wore a purely handmade white shirt and

classic black pants. He looked nobly distant.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered, "Come on, why don't you

buy me some clothes?"

Camille frowned, "You want to buy it too?"

Aren't all his clothes made by special designers and delivered to his

door?

But Ayan did not change his expression and said, "Well, lately I want to

try brands of different styles. I don't want to wear the same things all

ther time."

Then the two went to the luxury store where the suits were custom-

made.

Ayan was a walking clothes rack. He was of the perfect height, with the

perfect look, everything looking good on him and everything suitable for

him.

Camille sat on the couch and watched him try one after another. He

ended up in her head and in front of her eyes.

Camille reluctantly called out, "That's it, isn't it? I'm getting a little

hungry.”

But she was not hungry when she was shopping for Timmy.

Ayan nodded, then bought all the ones he tried and had them sent

directly to Hanyama Mansion.

When they came out of the store, Ayan was carrying his things and

Camille was walking beside him. She said, "Are you sure you're going

to wear all these clothes you bought? Don't you live in the office? Do

you have to go all the way back to Hanyama Mansion to change

clothes?"