Chapter 767 Daydreaming

“Really, should I take out my heart and show it to you?" Camille couldn't

help but laugh.

Honestly, Camille was afraid that Ayan would just nod and say, "Okay,

then show it to me," in the next second.

Of course, the fact was that Ayan wouldn't say such a thing. He just

looked at Camille with a gentle gaze and said, "Whether you're angry or

not, it's my fault that we're having dinner so late. So let me make it up

to you by driving you home tonight and making breakfast for you

tomorrow morning. Will you give me this chance to prove myself?"

Camille raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. “I'll give you this chance

because of your sincerity."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

The food was soon served as well. The restaurant wasn't crowded at

this time since it was almost 8:30 at night.

Camille liked crabs and some seafood, so tonight Ayan chose a

seafood restaurant specifically for her. Since he was worried about

Camille getting hungry later on during dinner, he didn't eat much

himself throughout the meal; instead he spent the entire time peeling

shells for her.

Naturally, Camille enjoyed his treating her like a queen, since Ayan was

currently pursuing her, and such moves were inevitable. She didn't feel

embarrassed about accepting his kindness, but also didn't demand too

much from him either.

After a while though she called him, saying: "You should eat too; there's

no need for you to keep taking care of me."

"How can I do that? If I don't take care of you then how will know I'm

pursuing you? Who else can I cry to if not for someone like yourself?"

“You cry too?"

"Of course! Everyone cries."

"l don't believe that.”

Camile picked up a wet handkerchief and wiped both her and Ayans'

hands clean before pouring water into their glasses, saying: "Mr

Simpson crying? No one would believe that.”

"You don't believe me?" Ayan lifted his gaze meeting hers’, with tender

eyes full of misty allure blinking gently as if they could speak

themselves while speaking slowly: "I really want to take out my heart

and show it to you so maybe then will be able believe."

Well okay then... he had been waiting here all along for her reaction!

Camile laughed after hearing what he said.

They finished their meal around ten o'clock.

Ayan drank some alcohol, which meant he wasn't suitable to drive

anymore, so naturally driving became Camile's responsibility now!

They drove slowly back to Maple Leaves Mansion and walked together

towards their apartment building after parking the car. Ayan held her

hand, his voice carrying a slight hint of a coquettish tone, probably due

to the alcohol: "I feel dizzy, can you help me?"

Camille couldn't help but say: "Mr. Simpson, why don't you change your

name?"

"What should I change it to? Should I take my wife's surname?"

“You should be called Amy Simpson. Are you a little girl?" Although

Camille was teasing him with her words, she still leaned in towards him

and said: "You've only drunk a little bit and you're not even drunk. Why

do you seem like you've had too much? Are you intentionally being cute

with me?"

"Yes, I am intentional about it. So will you pamper me?" He answered

honestly without any euphemisms or embarrassment.

As they chatted and walked together, a sudden male voice interrupted

their conversation: "Mr. Simpson, Ms. Armstrong.” Horace was jogging

towards them head-on; this was the first time Camille met Horace after

all that happened online.

During this period of time they had no contact whatsoever; Yessica took

away the computer from Armstrong Corp that Horace used, so Camille

never contacted him afterwards.

Seeing Horace now naturally reminded her of what happened before.

Camille stood next to Ayan without much reaction except for nodding

slightly at Horace as a greeting.

Ayan also looked at Horace with an indifferent expression on his face

as he asked in an emotionless voice: "Mr. Burris, exercising so late at

night?"

Horace stopped several steps away from Camille and Ayan and replied

in a soft tone while looking at both of them calmly: "Yes, only able to

find time now, since I work during the day; plus Hance City is unfamiliar

territory for me, so there aren't many places I can go except for

running.”

Ayan smiled faintly as he said:" Mr. Burris is very disciplined.”

"Mr. Simpson flatters me too much," replied Horace politely yet formally

which made it seem overly polite thus making it awkward but he didn't

realize that fact himself. He continued speaking in the same manner,

saying:" Mr. Simpson, there's something related to work that I would

like to ask about if Mr. Simpson has some time for me."

"Please tell me, Mr. Burris!"

"Is the project starting next month at Simpson Group prioritizing the

bidding company's reputation and background?"

"Of course not, all of Simpson Group's projects are done in cooperation

with competent companies."

“Thank you for your answer, Mr. Simpson. If that's the case, then I can

rest assured,” Horace explained. "Because Armstrong Corp is only

slightly stable now. As a decision maker in Armstrong Corp, I naturally

hope that we can take on more projects. So I took the liberty to ask you

and hope you can understand that.”

"Naturally, Mr. Burris doesn't need too much pressure. If Armstrong

Corp. has the confidence and ability, then we will see about the

project,” Ayan responded calmly.

Ayan showed Horace respect and was polite because he had heard

from Grace that Horace had given her advice to support Camille.

After saying goodbye to each other quickly because they were not

familiar with each other yet, Horace continued running while Camille

walked into her building with Ayan.

Camille knew that Ayan usually treated Horace indifferently, so if it were

in previous situations like this one where Horace asked about work-

related matters, he would have just given a brief response without any

detailed explanation. But this time Ayan seemed serious with him,

which surprised Camille.

Camille asked: "What's going on between you and Horace?"

As they entered into an elevator together, Ayan pressed Camille's floor

number before responding to her question by saying: "What do you

mean? Is your controlling nature getting worse? Are you upset when I

talk a little more even with a man? Do you want me to explain

everything clearly?"

Camille instinctively wanted to pull away from him, but Ayan didn't let

go of her hand. He smiled lightly at her reaction while speaking

softly:"Okay okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Camilla asked again: "So what is it exactly?"

He said: "Nothing really. It's just that he works for Armstrong Corp. now.

Just looking at that makes me somewhat cautious, don't you think so

too?"

His response was extremely serious, making it difficult for people to

discern his true emotions behind those words.

Camille glanced at him, her eyes betraying a hint of disbelief, but

ultimately she didn't ask any further questions.

Ayan continued, "So Armstrong Corp. should thank you. Because of

you, my attitude has improved slightly. After all, when pursuing

someone, one must please anyone and anything related to her. So do

you think I'm a qualified pursuer?"

“You're good,” Camille replied.

“That's it? Don't you think that my pursuit is serious and sincere? Are

you reluctant to give me a chance?"

Camille gave him a look that conveyed her own understanding without

saying anything more. The elevator doors opened at that moment and

the two walked out holding hands until they reached Camille's door

where she entered her fingerprint code to open it.

Ayan let go of her hand and said, “I won't come in. Get some rest

early."

Camille didn't ask why he wouldn't come in; instead she just gave him

another glance wondering if he was upset because she didn't respond

earlier.

She narrowed her eyes as she stared deeply into his gaze.

"What's wrong?" Ayan asked.

"Are... you upset?" Camille hesitated before asking this question.

Ayan smiled faintly with thin lips as he replied: "Nope! Don't overthink

things too much! I've been drinking tonight so I don't want to risk doing

something that might make you unhappy or uncomfortable later on.

Just get inside now."