Chapter 853: On My Mind

Chapter 853: On My Mind

Camille asked curiously, "Is there something I can help you with, Mr.

Bailey?"

Jordan chuckled softly and replied warmly, "No, there's nothing.”

Camille hesitated for a moment. Why would he ask if there was

nothing?

Not sure what to say, Camille found herself in an increasingly silent

atmosphere. She wasn't good at handling such situations, so she took

the initiative and asked, "Did Mr. Bailey want to see me for any matter?"

"Don't be nervous. I didn't come to see you for any particular reason. I

just thought it was a coincidence that we met again.”

"A coincidence!" Camille was slightly surprised. Was he referring to

their encounter at the airport?

Camille tightened her grip on the bubble tea in her hand and

whispered, “Indeed, it's quite a coincidence. After all, Dane is so big,

and I didn't expect to meet you at the airport.”

Although she felt like he had already said that before, out of politeness,

Camille still responded politely.

The next moment, she heard Jordan say, "Yes, we met in the airport.

It's indeed a coincidence, but I didn't mean the airport.”

"Not the airport?" Camille instinctively looked around, but there was no

sign of Jordan. She said, "Mr. Bailey, I'm having trouble understanding

what you mean."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Jordan's voice coming

from the phone receiver and echoing in her ear, "Miss Armstrong."

Camille turned around and saw Jordan coming towards her from the

building in front of her. He was walking a bit faster, with a gentle

expression and a faint smile. He quickly put down his phone.

He looked at Camille and said, “Isn't this a coincidence?"

Camille also put down her phone, still holding the bubble tea. She had

changed into a simple casual outfit when she came out of the hotel,

which seemed a bit out of place compared to Jordan's suit. But she still

smiled slightly and nodded, “Indeed, it's quite a coincidence. How come

you're here, Mr. Bailey?"

“I came here to handle some work. I just finished and saw you upstairs.

At first, I felt like I had seen you somewhere before, but I didn't expect it

to be you." Jordan saw her alone upstairs, looking around as if she was

lost, so he took the initiative to call her.

He didn't have any ulterior motives. He just wanted to repay Camille for

helping his mother.

As for any other material rewards, she probably didn't need them

because the man behind her was Ayan.

He wasn't aware of this until yesterday.

Now that he knew, it didn't come as a surprise. After all, Camille was

outstanding both in appearance and talent, so it was natural that she

would be with someone who matched her.

Of course, all of this didn't matter.

Jordan took the initiative to ask Camille, "Are you alone? Are you lost?"

Camille shook her head. "I was just strolling around. I wouldn't say I'm

lost. I checked the navigation and know the direction to the hotel now.”

Jordan nodded. “Do you want to go back to the hotel now?"

"Yeah," Camille nodded as well. She wasn't good at interacting with

unfamiliar people and was rather slow to warm up. This often led to

awkward and uncomfortable moments.

Jordan said, "The traffic here can be complicated. Let me give you a

ride!”

Camille hesitated and quickly said, "No, it's fine. I can manage on my

own. The hotel is not far, so there's no need to go through the trouble.”

But Jordan insisted. He said, "Is this your first time in Dane? I'm familiar

with here, so I can drop you off at the hotel, just at the entrance. If

you're worried about causing any misunderstandings, you can walk

ahead, and we can maintain some distance.”

Jordan voiced all his concerns directly. His intention was simple:

because Camille was unfamiliar with here, he wanted to make sure she

got back to the hotel safely.

But for Camille, it was still broad daylight, and there was no need for his

escort. If she really got lost, she could just take a taxi.

Camille said, "Mr. Bailey, you really don't have to escort me. I was

planning to explore other places!"

Camille insisted multiple times, and Jordan didn't want to press further.

However, he directly mentioned the hotel Camille was staying at and

honestly told her, "We might be staying at the same hotel. This hotel

has four entrances, facing north, south, east, and west. Because it's a

large hotel, each entrance is in a different location. Do you know which

entrance you came out of?"

With Jordan's words, Camille was immediately stunned.

Honestly, she had no idea.

Why would a hotel have so many entrances?

Wasn't that misleading for guests?

Camille didn't reveal her confusion and just smiled faintly. “It's okay; I

think I'll manage.”

Jordan smiled, unaffected, and asked gently, "Miss Armstrong, am I

some kind of terrifying monster?”

"Of course not, I didn't mean that.”

"If that's the case, why do you seem reluctant to have any interaction

with me? The reason I insist on taking you back to the hotel is that we

know each other and you helped my mother, so we can consider

ourselves friends, right? Regardless of our relationship, I think you

should know that Mr. Simpson and I were roommates before."

Jordan's tone remained gentle, his face soft and humble. There was

even a hint of helplessness in his smile, as if he was troubled by

Camille's rejection.

He openly mentioned his relationship with Ayan and didn't wait for

Camille to respond. He said again, "Let's go, I'll escort you back."

Camille naturally knew about it because Rex had mentioned it to Ayan

when they first met. However, Ayan had also said that they had no

further contact with Jordan, and their relationship had naturally faded

away.

As for the chance encounter at the airport, it was purely a coincidence,

and their greeting was distant, nothing like people who had once lived

under the same roof.

But Camille didn't care about all that. With Jordan explaining everything

clearly, it would be overly dramatic to continue refusing.

She didn't refuse anymore; she simply nodded gently and followed

Jordan side by side towards the direction of the hotel.

It wasn't too far, but it wasn't close either. They walked in silence,

neither of them speaking. It seemed like Jordan was truly only

concerned about safely escorting her to the hotel.

And indeed, he maintained complete silence throughout the journey,

keeping a polite and safe distance.

It had to be said that this made Camille feel comfortable. It was unlike

some men who completely lacked a sense of personal space, making

women feel greasy and uncomfortable.

This thought lingered in Camille's mind. She pursed her lips slightly and

spoke softly, "Mr. Bailey, how is your mother doing lately?"

Jordan glanced at Camille sideways while they walked and answered,

"Hmm, thanks for asking. She's been doing much better lately. Her

body has recovered well after the surgery, and now she's almost back

to normal. Just that she can't be left alone without care for now."

"What about her while you're here in Dane City?"

"The Simpson's mansion has been renovated, and we've already

moved in. A housemaid who always takes care of her is with her, so I'm

relieved.”

“I see. That's good."

Camille nodded and didn't say anything else.

Jordan continued, "But she mentioned you several times. She really

liked the design you did, especially the garden. She even urged me to

invite you for dinner.”

Camille smiled lightly and calmly said, "Mrs. Bailey is too kind. It was

just a small favor, nothing to worry about.”

"Although it may have been a small favor to you, it's not the same for

us.” Jordan looked at Camille earnestly as he said this.

Camille was taken aback, but after a momentary eye contact, she

looked away. She said, "Let's make plans to meet after I return to

Hance. Is her health good enough for that?"

"Yeah, of course.” Jordan understood that Camille had understood his

meaning. Neither Mrs. Bailey nor he wanted to owe anyone anything.

Because of the Bailey family's situation, almost no one willingly

associated with them, fearing to get involved with the Bailey family and

offend David. So, Camille was probably the first person, even though

she didn't know his identity at first. But now that she knew, Ayan should

have also reminded her, right?

After deep thought, Jordan decided to clarify things with Camille. He

didn't want to cause her any trouble or distress because of it.

He asked, "Miss Armstrong, did Mr. Simpson tell you about me and the

Bailey family?"