Chapter 637 - Knowing Wrong

Chapter 637 - Knowing Wrong

Ayan's words conveyed a lot of meaning.

Kian nodded and asked in a low voice, "So, do we need to do

anything?"

"Do what? It's us in the light now, with others in the dark, whatever we

do will be visible and seen through.” Ayan's face was expressionless as

he walked over to Camille, his gentle gaze sliding over her before lifting

his feet and stepping out of the basement first, his voice becoming

indifferent as he said, "There's no need to do anything now, hand over

the initiative.”

Since Preston appeared openly and without any scruples, it was natural

that he had some cards to play. In this case, he naturally wanted to give

this opportunity for Preston to show what he had to show, otherwise it

wouldn't have been for nothing to spend so much effort on it.

Ayan snorted and glanced back at Camille, who was following him, and

he said without much emotion, “I have a few words to ask her, so you

and Kian wait outside, hmm?"

Camille nodded, she could understand. After all, Cora would not say

anything if she was present.

Camille didn't really wait right at the door, but sat down on the couch in

the living room, across the hall from Cora's room.

After she sat down, Ayan did not immediately go to see Cora, but

followed Camille again and sat beside her naturally.

Camille looked at him in disbelief, "Aren't you going to have a word with

her?"

"Are you upset?”

"No."

Ayan wasn't convinced: "I just had a few words to ask her about

Preston and Austin, and I'll be out soon, OK?"

“I'm really not angry, so can you not misunderstand me?" Camille was

certainly not angry, and there was nothing to be angry about. If she had

to be angry at every single thing, then she would probably be pissed to

death soon, wouldn't she?

Camille pursed her lips slightly, a little helpless.

But after her words, Ayan also seemed to be half-heartedly staring at

her. He looked as if he would stay with her like this if she didn't admit

that she was angry.

Camille sighed helplessly, “If you haven't thought about how to ask her,

then wait until you do! Or do you think it's not a good idea to ask

because I'm here?"

Ayan's eyebrows quirked and he smiled gently, "Of course not, if it was

really just inconvenient, why did I offer to tell you?"

"Since it's not, then go ahead and ask, and then go back. I want to go

back and spend time with Timmy," and she wasn't willing to waste her

free time with someone like Cora.

After being together recently, Ayan had also basically got to know

Camille's temper well.

She always shifted the focus to him easily, or in a way that he had to

follow.

At the moment, for example, he was only afraid that she would be

unhappy, so he asked more questions. The it ended up that he wanted

to ask more questions because it was inconvenient for him to bring her.

Ayan reached out and gently pinched her cheeks, and he said in a low

voice, "Wait for me!"

Camille didn't respond. He got up, left the living room and went straight

to Cora's room.

Cora had been in her room since she got here, and it was only one

meal a day, not to mention that she couldn't do anything she wanted.

She had used all the methods she needed to use, but to no avail, and

the people watching her were almost greasy.

In just one week, Cora had completely changed from her previous

image of being dignified and extremely well-mannered.

Because every day she was immersed in worry and fear, plus the three

meals a day changed to just one meal a day, she thinned a lot, her

cheekbones were very obvious, and her face was also pale and

bloodless. Dark circles under the eyes were particularly obvious.

When the bouncer opened the door, she assumed that the delivery guy

or the person who kept watch on her had come in, so she sat there

unresponsive.

Until the bouncer put a chair at the door, then someone came in without

hurry, and even the lights of the house became brighter. The bouncer

reminded, "Mr. Simpson is here."

Hearing these words, Cora then reacted. She looked up and looked

over. The person who came in was Ayan.

She was first shocked, and then immediately hung her head unwilling

to let him see her appearance at this moment. She hurriedly raised her

hand to cover her face, and her mouth followed with a low murmur,

"Ayan, you go out, why are you here at this time? You go out first, I

need to tidy up!"

She was afraid that Ayan would see her now and think she was ugly,

but what she didn't know was that Ayan didn't care at all, whether she

was ugly or pretty was the same in his eyes. There was no difference

because it didn't matter to him at all. How an insignificant person

looked was not worth mentioning.

Ayan did not move, but walked to the chair and sat down. His

handsome face wasexpressionless. He looked at her, and his voice

was also low: "I have a few questions to ask you."

Cora's hand covering her face stiffened and opened, her eyes filled

with emptiness as she stared at him, "What do you want to ask?"

She was slightly emotional and she said, "I'm already atoning for my

sins, Ayan, isn't that enough? I already know I was wrong. I repent

every day now. I apologize to your grandfather and Timmy every day. I

really know I was wrong."

"That's not what I'm asking." Ayan interrupted her coldly, his deep eyes

glowing with a faint coldness as he asked, "Do you know Benjamin and

Preston?"

Cora subconsciously shook her head with bewilderment in her eyes, “I

don't know."

Ayan did not know whether he should believe it or not. The expression

on his face revealed some coldness. Cora immediately reiterated: “I

really do not know these two people you mentioned. If they are Austin's

people, it is even more impossible for me to know. Before this project, I

had not participated in any project or work of Norman Group at all. I

joined this project also because Austin wanted me to be have an new

experience."

Austin's mind was so heavy that she couldn't even guess.

She had always known that Austin was not as kind and gentle as he

appeared to be, otherwise how could he have made up the scene and

she had to marry him?

Cora pursed her lips. With a hint of expectation floating under her eyes,

she asked in a low voice, "Ayan, are you really refusing to forgive me? I

really know I'm wrong and I'm paying for my mistakes, isn't that okay?"

Ayan did not respond to her. His face was expressionless. The bottom

of the eyes held so much coolness that people simply couldn't see

through his mind.

Seeing that he did not say anything, Cora rose uncontrollably and

wanted to approach him, but only took two or three steps before he

stopped her: "If you really know that you are wrong, you should know

that any action you take is futile, and sometimes doing something

wrong is not something that can be solved by an apology."

Cora froze there and did not dare to continue. Her face was stiff and

pale. Looking at him, she saw from the bottom of Ayan's eyes a very

obvious chill, which was a kind of look that could not be challenged.

Ayan ignored her reaction and simply asked indifferently, “You and

Austin are participating in this project just for the sake of it?"

Cora wrinkled her brows tightly, a look of consternation surfacing her

face, "I don't understand what you mean, isn't participating in this

project all about this project?”

“That's the question I'm asking you, you just need to tell me yes or no!"

"Of course it's... What else could it be for?" Cora felt very confused.

Could Austin have another purpose?

She pursed her lips and her whole head was a mess.

Her reaction and any subtle movement did not escape from Ayan's

eyes. He could be sure that she was not acting, but she really did not

know about Austin and Preston's affair.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then stood up.