Chapter 82 He struck Preston

Eileen's face turned white and she looked at Ayan with some stiffness,

she asked in a low voice, "Ayan, are you kicking me out? I didn't think it

would become such a big deal last night, and if I had known it would be

like this I wouldn't have let you go."

Ayan was silent and his face was thin and cold.

Eileen looked at this look at his heart completely bottomed out, but

some words but also can not continue to say, can only follow his words

to bring their own bento box, and then softly said: "Ayan, you do not get

angry with me, okay? I really didn't mean it, if you are not happy

because you picked me up last night, I will immediately issue a

statement to clarify that we have nothing to do with just friends, as for

those reporters who caught the wind I will also issue a lawyer's letter, I

do so, will you be happy?"

Ayan's deep, sunken eyes stared at her, the expression on his face

was still faint, he hadn't spoken, but the displeasure in his eyes was

clearly presented making it difficult for people to look away.

Eileen pursed her lips, she felt that she had said so much without

getting a single response, and her inner urge was a little out of control.

She asked, "Ayan, why don't you say anything? Are you trying to tell

me you're not going to get a divorce so I can stay away from you in the

future?”

"Eileen, why have you become not confident at all?" Ayan frowned

slightly and said indifferently.

His light-hearted words made Eileen suddenly silent.

This is another way of telling her that she is not as confident as Camille

and is more of a wishy-washy person.

Eileen wanted to explain, but in the end, she was afraid of upsetting

him even more, so she ended up saying nothing.

Coming out of the office, she ran into Kian at the door.

Her face was slightly stiff and her eyes were flushed with redness as

she said, "Mr. Reid, isn't Ayan very angry about what happened in the

hot seat today?"

Kian is a very good at reading people's minds, Eileen since it is to

deliver lunch should not be so soon out, it must be lunch is not

delivered, and Mr. Simpson also happened unpleasant, and still one

side of the unpleasant.

Kian slightly raised his head and lightly responded, "Miss Khan, I can't

speculate on Mr. Simpson's thoughts, if you have anything you want to

know you should ask Mr. Simpson directly."

Eileen was displeased but did not flare up, just nodded and left first.

After seeing Eileen enter the elevator, Kian knocked on the office door

and entered.

Kian told Ayan word for word what Eileen had just said, and he had no

obvious reaction or intention of mentioning it.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke indifferently, “Put off

your dinner party tonight, I'll drive myself back.”

Kian was slightly stunned, then nodded hastily, "Yes, I'll go arrange it."

"By the way, have you gotten any results on that thing I asked you to

look into?"

Ayan asked, his face downcast.

"Nothing obvious, the people who come and go are usually familiar,

other than that there is no one too suspicious.”

"Keep watching, and don't let anyone who has contact slip through.”

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, under his eyes as immersed in years

of ancient Tan let people can not see the bottom, some of the play has

been completely opened, the actors will also walk into the front of the

screen one by one, I am afraid that soon there will be a hard battle.

Camille was busy until about 3:00 p.m. when she returned to the office.

I think it was the fever that made her feel tired after doing a little bit of

work.

Seeing her face tired and pale, Preston poured her a glass of warm

water and handed it to her: "Camille, why don't you go back and rest?"

"No, I just discussed the shortcomings of the interior with Mr. Moss, I

have to revise it immediately and show it to him tomorrow."

“There is no hurry, the work is not finished, you lie down on the sofa

first to rest, I will wake you up later, OK?"

Preston finished, jerked her notebook away, and then insisted that she

go lie down on the couch and rest.

Camille wasn't being pretentious, she didn't want to do it for herself, but

for the baby in her belly, so she didn't refuse.

She slept for a long time, and Preston didn't wake her up until just

before the end of the day, when he gently opened the office door and

entered.

The sun's setting light shines down through the window, the woman lies

on the sofa still asleep, her eyelashes slightly curled, her fair face

without any blemish, her watery lips gently closed, as if waiting to be

plucked.

Preston stood tall and watched intently, his eyes growing deeper and

deeper, his throat rolling.

The person in front of him he has liked for many years, from the

beginning he wanted to be with her to the later as long as she was

happy, but after she got married to Ayan she changed visibly, became

less smiling, became unlike herself, he was heartbroken and wanted

her to divorce Ayan and cut off all relations and contacts with the

Simpsons.

He leaned down and half-crouched beside the sofa, lifting his bony

fingers to touch her face, but was afraid she would suddenly wake up

and stop when he was about to touch it.

He couldn't wake her up like this, and slowly moved over to kiss the

corner of her lips, but when the tip of his nose was about to touch the

tip of her nose, suddenly a cool breeze came from the side and his

collar was grabbed from behind and he was pulled back: "What are you

doing?"

The man's voice is low and cold but suppressed tone of questioning,

the pair of deep black eyes fiercely stared at Preston, handsome

indifferent face without the usual reserved and gentle, only a piece of

harsh ruthlessness.

Preston smiled lightly, “You saw it, didn't you? Do I need to repeat it

again?"

Preston's words fell, came face to face with a heavy punch, the wind of

the punch is harsh and fast, there is no time to dodge.

Ayan grabbed his collar, clutching him out of the office, followed by

another punch, a thick layer of gloom floating between his eyebrows,

unrestrained flare emanated.

Preston did not fight back the whole time, he was knocked to the

ground, Ayan stared at him from above, his eyes were cold and angry,

long, narrow, deep eyes is the ZhanZhan kill: "Preston, you stay away

from her, you know what she is, if you dare to have the next time, I do

not mind using some means to make you disappear. "

“It's not the first time the Simpson family's tactics of making people

disappear have happened, so of course I'll believe it."

Preston thin lips with a light smile, although full of wretched, but not

reduce his handsome and elegant handsome.

Ayan frowned slightly, did not look deep into the meaning of his words,

but only coldly warned: "Do not think you and she is a friend I do not

dare to do anything to you, those dirty thoughts in your heart to me to

hide better, I am afraid that she knows will dirty her eyes and ears."

"Mr. Simpson, in what capacity do you say this to me?" Preston tilted

his head, the corners of his mouth light smile always emerged, he said

in a low voice: "Husband? After all, you're not the one she loves, so

what if you were husband and wife?"