Chapter 657 - Favouring Your Wife

Chapter 657 - Favouring your wife

Mrs. Bell said it with a gentle, so Preston was naturally slightly pursed

his lips and nodded: "Of course, it is also true that I originally wanted to

invite Mr. Simpson, but Mr. Simpson's schedule is relatively busy, so I

can't bother him with it."

Mrs. Bell hurriedly looked at Camille and said, “Look, Mr. Baxter has

said so, maybe you can call and ask him?"

Camille naturally wouldn't make this call, just gently declined: "He has a

dinner party in the evening, so a call at this time might bother him. Let's

just start our dinner!"

Mr. Bell understood: "Cami is right, let's eat, and we'll get together

when Ayan is free. We're all on the same project anyway. It's easy to

get together some time."

After Mr. Bell's words, everyone nodded.

After a short hiccup, the food was served.

While everyone was eating, Preston also took the initiative to get the

conversation going.

He first thanked Camille before raising his glass to Mr. Bell. Camille and

Mrs. Bell were eating and chatting in a very cordial atmosphere.

Such a scene made Preston darken. A reverie rose in his mind.

If he was the one standing next to Camille today, was it possible that

they would be attending this meal today as husband and wife?

The more he thought about it, the thicker and deeper of the emotion

under his eyes, and the more ruthless his heart became.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then poured another glass of wine and

turned to Camille. "Camille, I want to toast you. Thank you for taking

care of me. If I have ever done anything wrong, I hope you will be kind

enough with your tolerance.”

After saying that, he already raised his glass and drank first.

Mr. Bell smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Baxter is being too polite. Camille

is not a petty person, and you are a member of this project. It is all right

for us to take care of you."

"That said, it's a courtesy that Mr. Bell and Mrs. Simpson have

extended to me, but I cannot take it for granted, can 1?" Preston smiled

gently and stared at Camille.

Camille didn't feel anything strange about the toast, so she also picked

up the glass straight to the mouth, ready to drink.

At this time, the manager who was there at service suddenly came

forward: "Mrs. Simpson, drink juice, please. You have never drunk

alcohol when you usually come over, and before Mr. Simpson also

instructed that your stomach is weak, so juice is better for you!"

Camille slightly froze, the gloom hovering her heart throughout the

afternoon also vanished. She felt very warm. Although her face had not

changed much, the smile overflowing under her eyes was so obvious.

She reached for the manager's juice and whispered, "Thank you!"

The manager politely replied: "This is all I should do.”

Camille sipped the juice in front of the other three people, and then put

down the glass of juice in hand. Mrs. Bell's voice also slowly sounded:

“Look how much Ayan spoiled his wife. Everywhere he arranged

people to take care of you, tsk. Timmy is growing up, but they're still in

love. What an example for young couples. *

Mrs. Bell's face was full of smiles as she stared at Camille. The look in

her eyes was exactly like seeing her favorite junior find true love.

Mr. Bell also smiled. Although the words sounded like laughing at Ayan,

but actually they were flattering on Ayan and Camille's good

relationship.

Camille was embarrassed and lowered down her head. Her afterglow

inadvertently swept across Preston. His face had always been been

wearing a smile, but that smile made people feel uncomfortable in the

heart. This was a kind of smile with a cold mockery.

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly, then skimmed back her gaze.

Mrs. Bell naturally did not know the expressions of the two, and her

face was still full of smiles as she said, "Mr. Baxter should also have a

girlfriend already, right?"

Preston looked at Mrs. Bell with a smile on his face. "Well, I'm dating

and should be getting married soon."

"Wow, congratulations! Make sure you invite us all to the wedding

banquet then.” Mrs. Bell was particularly enthusiastic about these

happy occasions.

Preston said, "Of course, it's a great honor for me to have everyone

here together.”

“You're welcome, we're already friends." Mrs. Bell asked, "Why didn't

you bring your girlfriend to dinner with you tonight? Cami and I might

have made one more friend.”

Mrs. Bell loved to make friends and was very sincere with people, and

she was even better to those she liked, just like Camille. But even

those who were not very close to her, she would still be very sincere,

even if the communication would be less.

Preston's attitude was always gentle and courteous. He smiled

elegantly, his voice soft: “She has not come to Hance City yet, but she

will come in the next two days. Then I will definitely bring her to dinner

with everyone, but I hope Mrs. Simpson can take more care of her.”

“It's only natural, and Cami and I haven't made any new friends in a

long time." Mrs. Bell always mentioned Cami, almost as if she had told

Preston she liked Cami very much.

But how could Preston not see it? With a smile in his eyes, he followed

Mrs. Bell's words and asked softly, "Mrs. Bell likes Camille a lot."

Mrs. Bell nodded her head without hesitation, and she looked at

Camille beside her. She reached out and took Camille's hand

voluntarily, with a kind of bragging tone: "Cami and I are destined to be

friends. We have same views on many things. Although we still have

some distance across our ages, it does not affect our relationship in

any way. She is very frank with me and didn't have the slightest

partiality towards me because of my status in the project, which I think

is very rare in today's world, so I like her a lot."

Mrs. Bell's words touched Camille's heart, and she couldn't help but

say, "I like you too."

The two of them smiled at each other, making Mr. Bell couldn't help but

exclaim, "Are you two ready to go beyond our conjugal love in your

friendship?”

"Of course not, you are the most important person in Mrs. Bell's heart.”

Camille laughed.

This topic made the atmosphere in the box very lively. Looking at the

woman in front of him, smiling like a blooming flower, the look under

Preston's eyes turned deeper and deeper. The phone on the table also

vibrated at that moment. He reached out to pick it up without changing

his expression. He glanced at the message: "All is well."

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, then raised his glass: "This toast is

to wish Mr. Bell and Mrs. Bell a long and loving relationship.

The three raised their glasses and clinked with Preston, then before

Camille could bring the juice to her mouth, her phone suddenly rang at

that moment.

She put down her glass of juice and picked up the cell phone she had

set aside and looked at it. It was Kian calling.

Camille subconsciously frowned, because Kian would not contact her

for nothing. So she could not help but guess that Ayan asked him to

ask anything?

She didn't even leave the room and answered immediately. Camille

didn't have time to make a sound, Kian's slightly anxious voice came

from the other side: "Mrs. Simpson, something happened to Mr.

Simpson. Can you come to the hospital now?"

"What's going on?"

The expression on Camille's face instantly sank coldly, especially when

she heard about the hospital, and the uneasiness and worry in her

heart subconsciously rose up along with her.

Her voice was also audible to the three people in the room, and Mrs.

Bell immediately looked to Camille and asked in a low voice, "What's

wrong?"

Camille shook her head and held her breath to remain silent as Kian's

voice rang in her ears once again.