Chapter 6 In the end, it's her who is at fault

Ayan's gentle voice gently reassures, "How can you be ugly? You're still

recovering, so don't get discouraged, huh?"

"Really? Then will you dislike me?" The woman's delicate soft voice

carried a hint of expectation.

Without any hesitation, he said, "Of course not, when you are better,

we will get married.”

"Really? You're not coaxing me, are you?"

"Not coaxing you, eat."

"Ayan , I love you." The woman's soft and gentle voice is like the sound

of a moving piano that enchants the heart.

The Camille outside the door also heard every word clearly, she

showed a self-deprecating light smile, the bottom of the eyes is endless

sadness, she also do not want to eavesdrop on people talking about

love, but than knocking on the door to disturb people annoying, or

quietly wait more appropriate.

After making sure the two ended the conversation, she then knocked

on the door.

A low, indifferent man's voice followed, "Enter."

Camille pushed the door in and saw at once the man standing by the

hospital bed. He was still wearing the same suit he left Hanyama

Manson in yesterday, so he had indeed spent the whole night in the

hospital with his beloved.

The handsome face looked indifferent, and the deep eyes did not have

any temperature or ripples when looking at her, as if they were just

facing an insignificant person.

She subconsciously clenched her hands, her feet stiffened and stopped

in place.

The woman in the bed spoke up at that moment, “Camille, I'm sorry to

bother you to bring me clothes, come and sit down.”

At the sound of the woman's voice, Camille's eyes dropped.

The woman on the bed is pale and bloodless, shoulder-length black

hair scattered on both sides, probably because she has been asleep for

too long, her body exudes a sickly soft and poignant beauty, so that

people will have a protective desire at first glance.

She was eating breakfast, a bowl of tender and smooth steamed eggs,

since she had just woken up and could only eat fluids and easily

digestible things.

But the smell of eggs was so strong and heavy that it hit Camille's nose

and made her frown.

She immediately felt something rolling around in her stomach trying to

gush out, and then the next second she could no longer hold back her

mouth and dry heave.

All at once, the air in the ward became silent.

Ayan's eyes were locked and his voice was low: "What are you doing?"

Eileen also looked sad and said in a low voice, "Camille is it because

she thinks I look disgusting now?"

Camille dry heaves after the urge of nausea seems to have been

suppressed, her face is cold and clear, the bottom of her eyes is also

indifferent piece, faintly said: "I do not mean anything else, just do not

like the smell of disinfectant water.”

She carried the clothes over and tried to hold her breath not to smell

the eggs: "The clothes you want, they're all new."

Eileen hastily reached out and took it. She opened it and looked at it

with a surprised smile on her face, "Camille, you are so kind to know

my favorite style.”

Her preferred style?

So the clothes in Hanyama Manson's closet, which change every

season, are for her?

Camille looked at Ayan and smiled coldly, her eyes filled with self-

deprecation.

She said indifferently, “If there's nothing else, can we talk?"

Eileen's heart tightened and she quickly spoke up, “Camille , are you

upset? I know you're Ayan's wife now, and I shouldn't have called him

in so late last night, but I ....."

Eileen said and began to sob, the heart of aggression and guilt, low

mute explanation: "I do not want that, but I really can not help, I am in

Hance City only Ayan, I ......"

"Eileen, stop it, did you forget the doctor's orders? You can't get too

excited now, you need to recuperate.” Ayan hastily leaned down to stop

him, his brow furrowed, his three-dimensional side face full of concern.

Only when Eileen's emotions were under control did he stand up

straight and look at Camille with a twisted brow and a complicated look

in his eyes: “Eileen is not well, so why do you have to make her feel

bad?"

Camille stared at the man incredulously, she had done nothing, and in

the end she was the one at fault?