Chapter 80 Suspected romance public

Ayan said with a sullen face and a warm expression, "You've had too

much to drink."

“I'm not drunk, do you not love me anymore? How can you bear to

ignore me like this?"

Eileen started sobbing as she spoke, tilted her head to look at Ayan's

jaw, and then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Eileen, get in the car, I'll take you back.”

Ayan pushed her away without a trace a second before she

approached him, then turned to pull open the car door, staring at her

with a warm expression and gesturing for her to get in.

Eileen looked at his cold and distant look, and her heart also muttered,

not daring to challenge easily, especially since there were Mr. Gibson

and others watching behind her, so she could only obediently sit in the

car.

No one noticed that there was a black van parked along the road, and

the person in it held up a camera to capture the interaction between the

two at the right angle.

The agent saw Eileen get into the car, then hurriedly said goodbye to

Mr. Gibson: “Mr. Gibson, Mr. Simpson is here to pick up our Eileen, so

we'll leave first."

Mr. Gibson's face turned green and he looked at his secretary coldly:

"Didn't you say Ayan had fallen out with her? Why are you here to pick

her up now? Do you want Ayan to see me as her enemy and ruin the

company?"

How many lives does he have to take away from Ayan?

The agent did not get into the same car with them, but followed behind

in his own car.

On the way, Eileen did not dare to talk, she was also almost sober, after

all, did not drink much.

Back at Friendly Apartment, the car stopped steadily.

Eileen then turned to look at Ayan and she said softly, "Ayan, thank you

for driving me back.”

“You're welcome, don't drink so much in the future, girls are still less

likely to entertain these social gatherings that are bad for their image,

eh?"

“I know, I won't in the future.”

She nodded her head and raised her eyes to stare at him cautiously.

Ayan but kept staring ahead, the outline of the cheeks highlighting the

thin warm cool, so that Eileen gathered a lot of courage before

whispering: "Ayan , do you do not want me ......."

He frowned slightly, his eyes then turned to Eileen.

He said lightly, "It's getting late, go up early and rest, eh?"

"Ayan , why don't you answer my words? When I first woke up, didn't

you say you would marry me? Why don't you say anything about it

now? Are you in love with Camille, so you want to separate yourself

from me?"

Eileen's emotions were so strong that her hands were clenched

together.

The two looked at each other, Ayan's gaze was always indifferent, and

his voice was not rippling: “Eileen, it has nothing to do with Camille, it's

what you did this time that disappointed me too much."

When Eileen heard that it was not related to Camille, she was relieved

and said, "Ayan, I really know I'm wrong, I promise there won't be

another time, just forgive me this time, okay?"

Ayan didn't say anything.

Eileen didn't want to give up either.

She hung her head in tears, "Ayan , did you come to pick me up tonight

because of your responsibility to me for what happened a year ago? I

know you don't want to marry me anymore, but I want you to tell me

yourself so I can die, I'll quit the ring and leave Hance City, and then I'll

never bother you again.”

The man's eyes were shrouded in a high, inscrutable depth, and he

narrowed them slightly as he said faintly, “Eileen, are you threatening

me?"

Eileen was slightly stunned.

Hastily explained: "Ayan , I did not, you misunderstood me, I just ......."

"Is it you don't need to explain to me, but you should know that the

thing I'm not afraid of most is threats." He interrupted her directly and

said faintly, “As for what I promised you, I won't change it, but don't do

anything to displease me again, hmm?"

Eileen was suddenly stunned, then nodded her head in a rush, "I know,

Ayan , and I won't be upsetting you."

Ayan's face eased slightly and he said, "Well, get some rest and I

should get going. *

Eileen didn't refuse this time, Ayan's moods were cloudy and she

couldn't guess, and she couldn't afford to make the relationship more

difficult.

When she got back to her apartment, she called her agent directly, and

before she could speak, they asked, "Did Mr. Simpson stay with you?"

"First thing tomorrow morning, buy marketing tops for what we shot

tonight on the hot seat."

Eileen did not answer, just the tone of voice could not hear any

emotional arrangement.

She wants to use this scandal to completely mislead everyone that she

and Ayan are very close, and even if she clarifies it, it will make people

guess, and she wants to hit Camille even harder to show her who is on

the tip of Ayan's heart.

The next morning, Ayan and Eileen's suspected romance was on the

top of the search list.

Ayan's cell phone had calls coming in early in the morning.

It was Kian who called, and Kian explained the situation and asked,

"Mr. Simpson, do you want to pull out?"

"Or else I hired you for a free paycheck?"

Ayan looked cold, and his words were filled with displeasure.

Camille also noticed his reaction and waited until after he hung up

before asking, "What's wrong?"

He said lightly, “It's okay."

Camille continued to eat without further questions and then got ready to

leave for the office, having recovered fully from her cold.

But as she was leaving the house, Ayan suddenly said, "Why don't you

stay home for one more day instead of going to the office today?"

“I don't want to, I'm bored staying at home, and things can't continue to

drag on with the project, I can't affect the overall progress of the whole

project.”

After all, she is the architect and holds an important role in the whole

construction project.

Ayan just silent, face slightly gloomy, and finally did not say anything

else.

When Camille arrived at the office, Preston looked at her with a serious

expression on his face, and looking at her, she asked, "Preston, why

are you looking at me like that?"

Preston looked serious: “Let's talk in your office.”

Camille nods, with a questioning look on her face.

They walked into the office back and forth, the door closed, and the

next thing I heard was Preston asking in a low voice, "Camille, what the

hell does Ayan mean? He's hanging on to you and won't divorce you,

but he's dating Eileen.

Camille was slightly stunned and didn't understand what he meant by

that.

"Preston , you said Ayan was dating Eileen?"

“You still don't know?" Preston wrinkled his brow, eyebrows instantly

tightened, and then immediately took out his phone and opened the

screenshot and handed it to Camille: "This is what they were

photographed by the reporters in front of the hotel last night, it was on

the hot search early this morning, and now it has been removed, but

there are still many marketing numbers talking about it, I don't believe

Ayan didn't know, he still hid it from you? "

Preston's words went in and out of Camille's ear, her eyes and thoughts

fixed on the screenshots on her phone screen.

The blinding, eye-catching headline was clear for her to see.

--Ayan, the president of Simpson Group, drove his girlfriend Eileen

back to his love nest late at night.

The time was around seven in the morning, when both she and Ayan

were still at home.

So last night he said he had a date with Rex but he was actually picking

up Eileen?

So the phone call we received this morning was also related to this

matter?

Did he offer to give her an extra day off because he didn't want her to

know the news?

Heh.

Ayan, how many lies did you tell to keep me in the dark?