Chapter 666 The Look On His Face

Chapter 666 The Look on His Face

Kian froze, because he also sat there for a while last night, but Ayan did

not say anything.

Why is it now...

Kian, of course, did not dare to question. He could only look at Ayan

waiting for the storm to come. But after five or six seconds, he only

heard Ayan indifferently said: "Go buy a softer folding bed and put it

next to me, so she can sleep on the folding bed at night."

Kian nodded immediately after a slight pause. "Sure, I'll go get it right

away."

"Get a comfortable one."

"Don't worry, I know."

Kian nodded vigorously, then took away the signed documents before

exiting the ward.

With Rex and Kian gone one after another, Ayan was left completely

alone in the ward.

He leaned on bed and swept his gaze out the window before picking up

his phone and glancing at it. It was just over an hour since Camille had

left the ward, but he felt that most of the day had passed.

Once he thought of this, the expression on his face became more and

more sullen.

He also couldn't help but question in his heart if she was never worried

about him.

So long away without a message and phone call. Had he been

completely left behind by her?

Knowing that his foot was injured and he couldn't walk, she didn't care

why he was angry.

Thinking of all these details, Ayan became even more gloomy.

Just as he was fiddling with his phone and preparing to find an excuse

to call Camille on his own initiative, the phone in his hand suddenly

rang.

He didn't look down to see who it was.

He guessed it must be Camille.

So without even looking at it, he pressed the answer directly, his voice

with a hint of questioning: "You still remember to call me? I thought you

would never contact me after you left. Anyway, you have been away for

almost two hours and have no intention of coming back. Now calling to

tell me what? Are you still not coming to the hospital now?"

"Ayan, what are you talking about?" Ayan's words had just finished

when Rex's voice sounded.

He immediately took the phone to his eyes and scanned it. It was not

Camille but Rex. His handsome face immediately darkened.

His cold gaze was filled with sullenness, and he questioned

indifferently, "Are you idle? If you're so idle, you can go snatch your

woman back from another man. I think you deserve Sienna to dump

you for Mario if you're such a staggerer.”

Rex laughed instead of being angry and said, "Ayan, what are you so

angry about? Did you just say those words to Camille? What, did

Camille leave you in the hospital to go out with someone else? Tsk!

Then you're really pathetic too, so you are no better than me."

"What do you mean?"

"Guess who I saw Camille is with?" Rex sat in the car, staring at the

two people not far away. They had been talking for several minutes,

even in a place like the hospital. There was really a lot to talk about.

Rex told Ayan as he thought, "How do Camille and Jordan know each

other? Did you introduce them to each other? I saw them chatting

happily, like they had a lot to talk about!"

Ayan was suddenly speechless. His handsome face revealed emotions

that were more than sulking. The bottom of his deep eyes flickered with

shock, which slowly turned into coldness, and then he tried to hold

back.

Rex could not hear his reply, and did not dare to continue to stir it up, or

he would be the one asking for trouble.

Rex said, "Ayan, why don't you say something? Do you want me to

come straight over?"

"No need, mind your own business." After saying that, he simply cut off

the phone.

He threw the phone away, his face covered with gloom for a long time.

A few minutes later, Camille pushed open the door and came in to see

him leaning expressionlessly on the bed and his deep eyes staring out

the window. No one knew what he was thinking.

She was carrying soup and some fruit in her hand, and even when she

came in, she didn't draw any attention from him.

Camille frowned slightly, and after putting the fruit on the coffee table

and walking over with the soup, she said softly, "Do you want some

now?"

Her voice was emotionless, light and quiet.

Ayan then raised his eyes to look at her. It was peaceful in his eyes, but

it made her feel strange.

Camille asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Where have you been?"

They both asked almost in unison.

They just looked at each other. Ayan didn't talk, so Camille said,

"Where do you think I can go?"

She swept the bento box on the small table, which had soup inside.

After leaving the hospital, she went straight to the supermarket near

Maple Leaves Mansion to buy the ingredients and then went back to

Maple Leaves Mansion to wash up and make soup.

She had been busy until now.

She just had a quick and simple breakfast , and now he was asking her

in a questioning tone where she had been.

Camille sighed helplessly and sat down on a chair as she asked, "I

don't know what exactly you're angry about. It was fine yesterday, just

because I came over late last night? But I told you, I went back to the

Simpson's mansion to be with Timmy, and it took time to get back and

forth, and I don't think there's anything to be upset about, so I really

don't see what's wrong with you."

Ayan slightly narrowed his eyes, and the look under his eyes was

indifferent. "Besides that, you have nothing to hide from me today?"

Camille furrowed her brow: "What are you trying to say? If you think I'm

hiding something from you, why don't you just ask Kian to get you the

surveillance video of me?"

"Camille!" his voice was slightly lower, and the tone of his voice when

he called her name turned up. He said, "I didn't mean it that way. I just

don't want you to keep things from me."

Camille's gaze turned cold as well and she said, "I don't know what

matter you are referring to, or do you think you need to know every bit

of what has happened since I left you? If that's the case, then I'm sorry.

I may not be able to do that, and I need my own personal space.”

The two looked at each other. Camille stopped talking, and Ayan was

silent.

Although both stayed in the ward, neither intended to have any

conversation or interaction.

It was getting quieter and quieter. Camille was looking down at her

phone, not knowing what she was looking at, but she seemed much

more at ease than Ayan, who kept staring at her.

Such a feeling made Ayan feel a burst of displeasure. The expression

on his face also became more and more gloomy and cold and deep

black eyes were also cold. With a low and hoarse voice, he said: "I am

thirsty."

Camille's eyelids fluttered, and there was a two-second pause before

she got up and poured water and put it into his hand, then returned to

the couch and sat down again.

It was quiet again.

About a few minutes later, his emotionless voice sounded again, "Turn

on the TV for me."

Camille did as he told. The TV was on, and it was showing one of the

hottest variety shows of the day, filmed in Hance City, with stars from

the Simpson Group's entertainment company. And because it was a

variety show, naturally there was a lot of laughters. Camille thought

Ayan wouldn't like it, so she took the initiative and asked. "What do you

want to watch? Financial news?"

Ayan instantly frowned, and indifference shone under his eyes: "I'm a

patient now. I don't want to see that kind of boring stuff.”

Camille: "So what do you want to watch?"

"Watch what you like!" He said.

Camille asked, "Aren't you going to watch it?"

"Hmm."

"Then tum it off!"

"No." He wrinkled his brow and said without much emotion, "You watch

what you like, I'll listen to the sound, otherwise it's too quiet for me."

He didn't like quiet?

When did it start?

Camille looked bewildered.