Chapter 671 Tiredness

Chapter 671 Tiredness

Camille showed a light smile and told the truth: "It's the baby's father,

who had a little accident and hurt his leg."

"The baby's father? You're married?"

Camille nodded and did not explain too much, because Ayan's identity

was special, so some part of the story couldn't be said too clearly.

Hearing that she was already married, Gracelynn's eyes flashed with a

faint trace of disappointment, but it wasn't too obvious.

She also expressed concern, and later added, "Your relationship must

be very good, or you wouldn't come to the hospital every day."

Camille showed a light smile and she also did not explain too much.

Kian's message was sent again to remind her that he finished his job

here and he had to go back to the company to arrange other things.

Camille replied OK, and then accompanied Gracelynn for another two

minutes, then said: "His work is over. I have to go back to the ward. He

has a pain in his hand. He needs to be fed to eat, so I'll go first."

Gracelynn also immediately said: "Well, then you go quickly. We can

talk for another time. I like chatting with you."

Camille smiled slightly. The two had exchanged contact information the

last time they met, so it was easy to meet up.

After Camille had left, Gracelynn then sat alone in a chair quietly

basking in the sun, and the smile on her face had dissipated, leaving

only a loneliness.

After a while, when Jordan found her, she was leaning back in her chair

with her eyes closed and looked like she was asleep.

Jordan walked over and sat next to her, and Gracelynn immediately

woke up and opened her eyes the next moment.

After seeing that the person next to her was Jordan, she then asked in

a low voice, "Been looking for me long? Why didn't you just call me?"

Jordan: "I just got here a while ago. Why are you sitting here alone?"

“It's kind of boring to stay in the ward, so it's nice to get out and walk

around and get some sunlight, and I just ran into Camille and talked to

her for a while."

Jordan's expression was mild and didn't change, because they were in

the same building, the chances of meeting were naturally was not

small.

So there was no surprise for him.

But Gracelynn couldn't resist asking, "Guess what I talked to her

about?"

Jordan smiled gently, "What was the conversation about?"

He could sense that his mother got along well with Camille and smile

more often on her faces when she talked about Camille, so he was

grateful for Camille as well.

Gracelynn sighed with some disappointment, her voice faint: "Camille is

already married. She even has a child. It is no wonder she has long

had a partner. After all, she's such a good and kind girl, so naturally a

lot of people like her."

Jordan was also only slightly stunned, but not much surprised as he

laughed low, "You seem disappointed?"

"Well, that's disappointing, originally..."

"Mother, there are some words that will bring trouble to others, so do

not say them!" Jordan warmly remindedto other people, his gaze

causing the slightest pressure .

Gracelynn no longer spoke. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled.

Jordan sat with Gracelynn in the garden for a long time. They chatted

with each other, during which Gracelynn also asked, "You have been

back in Hance City for some time, so has your father ever contacted

you?"

Jordan's face stiffened, but always maintaining some gentleness. He

said without much emotion, "Well, we have contacted.”

Gracelynn asked again, "Did he say anything?"

"He asked me to go back to West City to assist David in his work for the

Bailey Group."

"What do you think?"

“I declined. I'm not interested in the Bailey Group." He said it frankly,

but Gracelynn didn't respond for a long time.

Jordan whispered, "Mom, don't think too much about it. I don't want

anyone from the Bailey family to interfere with your life or mine, so I

won't interfere with anything from the Bailey family."

Gracelynn also nodded slightly. Her voice was not just as energetic,

and she said a little sadly: "I understand what you are thinking, but you

are always a Bailey family member. No matter what, you are the Bailey

family's eldest son. This will never change. *

"It doesn't matter to me at all.”

"Jordan, you promised me."

“I know, don't worry. I'll always be one of the Bailey family, I won't

leave," Jordan assured in a warm voice, but the despondency that

slipped through the depths of his eyes went unnoticed.

He said this, but only to let Gracelynn not worry about him. As for the

Bailey family, he didn't care.

Because of staying too long in the wind, Gracelynn had a fever that

day, and her body was already weak, and now it became even worse.

So for several days Camille did not meet Gracelynn again. During this

period, Ayan's wound recovery went pretty well, and he had been in the

hospital long enough, so after consulting the doctor, he immediately

asked to be discharged, without the inclination to stay in the hospital for

one more second.

On the day Ayan was to be discharged from the hospital, Kian went to

check in while Camille packed his things and he sat on the couch

waiting.

Maybe he was a little bored of being alone, so he suddenly asked, "Do

I look like a useless burden to you now?"

Camille was busy, and when she heard this she looked up towards him,

"Yeah."

If he hadn't said it, she wouldn't have thought so.

Since he said, if she did not cooperate at all, he would get annoyed

again.

Ayan was dumfounded by her answer with just one word, deep black

eyes slightly stunned. Only after a few seconds did he return to his

senses. His gaze was a little cold as he stared at Camille, his voice was

low, "So that's what you think in your heart?"

"Well, yeah." Camille nodded, and without looking at him more,

continued to pack her things.

Ayan slightly narrowed his narrow eyes, his thin lips pursed into a

straight line. Although knowing that she was doing it on purpose, he still

was still a little annoyed, so he stood up directly from the sofa and

walked towards Camille, with the uninjured foot taking all the weight .

His pace was slow and there was little sound, so Camille did not notice

his movement.

When she had realized the presence of someone behind her and was

ready to turn her body, she had been hugged by a pair of arms around

the waist.

Her back is impermeable to the man's strong and hot chest, and heheld

her extremely hard, as if with a vengeful vengeance.

His voice was low and husky, “Do you really think I look like a burden?"

Feeling helpless, Camille closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Let

go of me first. I'm suffocating.”

"Then go on with it!" He said , almost gritting his teeth, "Answer me this

question, yes or no?"

"Mr. Simpson, how can you be so unreasonable? Obviously I didn't say

anything, and you said it yourself. How come you're now blaming me

for it?"

This man is really ridiculous!

But Ayan was not reasonable at all, his low mute voice pressed against

her ear, "I'm not reasonable, so tell me, do you dislike me?"

Camille gasped a little and frowned, “Let go of me first."

"You answer first."

"Ayan!"

"Say!"

"No." She rolled her eyes. She wouldn't want to fight with a patient.

But he did not relent in pursuing the question, "No what?"

“There's no dislike for you."

"Who am 1?"

"Ayan."

"Who is Ayan?"

“It's you."

“I am your..."

Camille couldn't stand it: "Ayan, are you done?"

She tried to break him away with her hands, but he had no intention of

letting go.

Camille didn't want to stand it and just said coldly, "What the hell do you

want? Do you want to get out of the hospital or not?"

How does he become more and more annoying after being

hospitalized?

Camille felt a splitting headache, as unpleasant as if it were about to

explode.

But Ayan was not aware of this at all. He freed a hand to take her soft

white hand and rubbed. Her slender fingers and clean and transparent

nails were very eye-catching.

Camille let him grab it and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Do you still want

your other foot safe and sound?”

Her words were full of threats.

Ayan, however, was undaunted and smiled with a hooked lip: "If you

really want to, then just do it!"

He also expected that the action behind her words would be nothing

more than a hard stomp on him with her foot.

If he really couldn't move, he had another reason to completely rely on

her.