Chapter 852: Slow

Chapter 852: Slow

She wanted to explain because he had set the picture as his phone

wallpaper. Actually, she never thought Ayan would do such things. She

had believed he didn't understand these small details, so she

subconsciously formed those words in her mind.

However, she didn't get the chance to explain because Ayan pressed

her against the glass and kissed her forcefully. The kiss lacked

tenderness, filled with dominance and displeasure.

Afterward, his deep gaze locked onto her, and his voice was hoarse as

he asked sternly, "Do you know you were wrong? Huh?!"

She felt a faint taste of blood in her mouth, and her lips carried a

lingering stinging sensation. He was extremely fierce just now.

It was a side of Ayan that Camille had rarely seen before, so how could

she dare to say she wasn't wrong?

Even though she knew she was wrong, Ayan seemed a little

displeased. He simply held her in his arms, protecting her from fear,

and said nothing else.

The Ferris wheel had already started descending, passing the highest

point. Camille wasn't as scared anymore, and with the emotional

atmosphere around them, she didn't have the mental space to think

about fear.

She turned to face Ayan and softly coaxed, "Don't be angry, okay? I

really know I was wrong, and I promise I won't say it again next time."

"Next time?"

Camille hesitated. She quickly added, "Of course, there won't be a next

time. I mean, I promise it won't happen again, so can you stop being

angry?"

Ayan snorted lightly and didn't answer, but at least his face was no

longer stern.

Camille continued to coax him for a while until they got off the Ferris

wheel. Only then did this incident come to an end.

After the Ferris wheel, they continued to the next attraction. They spent

the entire day at the amusement park and didn't leave until around 9 p.

m.

After a whole day of playing, Camille was exhausted, and her feet felt

like they weren't her own.

Ayan, on the other hand, was fine and didn't show any signs of

tiredness.

Camille looked at him and asked, "Aren't you tired at all?"

Ayan looked at her and said, "Not tired."

"We've been playing all day, and you're not tired at all?"

"Not at all."

However, Camille didn't quite believe it. After all, compared to her, he

had been more occupied today, even carrying her for a while. How

could he not be tired?

Camille whispered, "You don't have to feel embarrassed. I won't laugh

at you. Just be honest, are you even a little tired? Are your feet sore?"

Ayan cupped her face, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips. He

asked, "Do you really hope I'm tired?"

“It's not that I hope so. I'm just worried that you're too stubborn to admit

it." With her face in his hands, it was a bit inconvenient for her to speak.

She wanted to remove his hands, but Ayan showed no intention of

letting go.

At some point, he started enjoying pinching her face.

He lightly smiled and said, "Cami, never ask a man if he's tired or not. If

you really want to see me tired, do you want me to tell you how?"

After speaking, he leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words.

Camille's cheeks instantly turned red.

The atmosphere immediately became quiet.

She didn't ask anymore. She shouldn't have meddled in other people's

affairs.

Ayan looked at her shy appearance and couldn't help but smile. He

casually put down his hand and gently embraced her, his voice neither

light nor heavy as he said, "Waiting for too long, I really can't guarantee

that I won't hurt you."

What won't hurt her?

Camille knew it in her heart.

Especially after what he just said.

In fact, Camille was quite slow in this aspect. All her experience came

from Ayan. She was a conservative person at heart, even though

Sienna occasionally joked with her about sexual topics, she avoided it

because some things were difficult to talk about. Although she

understood that it was normal, there were still some things that were

hard to say.

So every time Ayan hinted at it, she felt a bit embarrassed, even though

they were open with each other and even had a child.

But that sense of shyness still existed.

Back at the hotel, after Camille took a shower and soaked her feet, she

finally had time to check her phone. Ayan was already busy answering

calls.

It was Kian calling.

There was a morning meeting tomorrow that he needed to attend

because the opening ceremony was the day after tomorrow.

So many things needed to be finalized and organized, and Ayan had to

start working officially.

When Camille went to sleep that night, Ayan was still on the phone with

Kian, confirming the day's work. Apart from the opening ceremony

preparations, there was also work for the Simpson Group. He had fun

with her during the day, so naturally, he had to make up for it at night.

Camille felt a bit guilty when she lay down in bed. After all, he was

keeping her in company. After having fun, she could rest while he had

to work. But this guilt didn't last long, and she drifted off to sleep.

A good night's sleep.

When Camille woke up, Ayan was no longer by her side. There was a

note left beside her, with the bold and powerful handwriting of a man,

showing his domineering and reserved personality. He wrote, “There's

a meeting. After waking up, have breakfast and explore around, but

don't go too far. Call me if you need anything."

Camille finished reading it and casually set it aside. Then she stretched

lazily before getting up from the bed.

After washing up and changing clothes, she left the room. She had

breakfast at the hotel restaurant and didn't feel like going back to the

room. Since she was alone, she might as well go out and explore,

enjoying the sights of Dane City.

She walked straight along the hotel street to the left, leisurely strolling

and taking photos, sending them to Sienna.

It had been two days since Camille contacted Sienna when left Flento

City. .

After sending Sienna the photos, Camille added, "If only you were

here.”

Sienna replied quickly, saying, "Then I'll accompany you next time."

"Good, I'll consider that your promise.” Camille typed this message and

sent it to Sienna, then she casually asked, "How have you been these

past two days?"

This message carried deep implications, and Sienna immediately

understood.

She replied, "Not bad."

"Better than the previous two days?"

"Yes, much better.”

“That's good." Camille didn't inquire further about what happened.

When Sienna wanted to talk about it, she would naturally say it. So she

just told her, "I'll be there for you all along, you know?"

“I know, Mrs. Simpson. Don't be so gentle with me, okay? You're going

to spoil me like this.” Sienna directly sent a voice message, her gentle

voice sounding a bit weak, with a hint of coquetry in her tone.

Camille pursed her lips and smiled faintly. "Don’t make jokes like that. If

I really spoil you, won't Rex kill me?"

"Mr. Simpson won't let him off."

"And what about you?"

"Both sides have their pros and cons. Don't make things difficult for me,

okay?"

"Tsk tsk!! So, in your heart, he's still more important, right?"

The two chatted, and time passed quickly. Before she knew it, half an

hour had passed since Camille stepped out. She didn't realize where

she had ended up. Looking around, she saw tall buildings everywhere

and couldn't tell which way was north or south.

Camille said to Sienna, "It's all your fault. You distracted me, and now I

can't find my way back to the hotel.”

"Is that so? Then I wonder who will be lucky enough to pick up this

beautiful little fairy?" Sienna laughed, completely enjoying Camille's

misfortune.

Camille snorted and ignored her, instead opening the navigation on her

phone and entering the name of the hotel. She didn't want to walk too

far, or else it would be troublesome to take a taxi back.

She checked the navigation, luckily it wasn't too far away, just two turns

and she already couldn't figure out the direction.

She closed the navigation and looked around. She saw a familiar

bubble tea shop nearby and decided to buy a cup of bubble tea to take

away.

After buying it, just as she was about to head back, her phone rang.

She thought it was Ayan, but when she picked up the phone and saw

the displayed name, she was surprised and stunned for a moment

before answering, "Hello? Mr. Bailey?"

It was Jordan calling.

What did Jordan suddenly call for?

Camille frowned slightly, inevitably feeling some questions filling her

mind.

The man on the other end of the phone asked gently, "Is Miss

Armstrong alone?"

Camille was completely stunned.

What did he mean by that?