Chapter 862: Heartache

Chapter 862: Heartache

Camille smiled faintly, looking at everyone. Her expression seemed

serious, as if she was contemplating something. Her voice followed

slowly, “I'm on the same page as all of you."

Summer rested her chin on her hand and continued, "So you also think

Mr. Evans is a bit more gentle, right?"

"Mhmm."

"What about Mr. Simpson? Compared to Mr. Simpson?"

“There's no comparison between them. I don't think they can be

compared.” Camille explained seriously.

Summer immediately nodded, "Seems like it. After all, one is a husband

and lover, while the other is like a friend and leader. My bad."

“It's fine." Camille shook her head, but added, "If you want to

compliment Mr. Evans, it might be better to do it in front of him next

time. Who knows, he might treat you to a meal!"

"Do you think so too? Did you hear that? I told you Camille would

agree. She wouldn't think we're just trying to butter up the boss for free

food!"

Summer happily nodded. They had discussed this topic privately during

Camille's rest days. They wanted to tease Jenson a little to get him to

treat them to a meal. But they were afraid Camille would think they

were just taking advantage of free food. They couldn't act behind

Camille's back since they were all working for the same project. Even

though Camille was Ayan's wife, they genuinely enjoyed spending time

with her.

Hearing everyone's explanation, Camille couldn't help but laugh.

She said, "In the future, you can just ask me directly. Otherwise, there

might be misunderstandings, right?"

They chatted and joked with each other, and time passed quickly.

As it was almost time to leave work, Ayan called.

Others couldn't help but joke, "Mr. Simpson can't wait to seeCamille.

He's calling right on time. They don't seem like a couple with a child;

they're acting like a couple madly in love."

Camille just smiled. "Maybe he just wants to tell me he won't be able to

have dinner with me tonight?"

Camille got up from her office and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Are you ready to leave work?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

“I'm downstairs. As soon as we're done, come down, and we'll go to the

airport.” Ayan said casually.

Camille was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled. She asked, "Why are

we going to the airport?"

"Grandpa and the others are coming back with Timmy. We're going to

pick them up."

"Really?" Camille's eyes instantly widened, revealing her surprise and

obvious excitement.

Ayan also felt her joy and said, "Yes, so you're happy now?"

"Yes, of course. Aren't you happy?"

“I'm not that happy.”

"Why?"

"Timmy's back, and all your attention is on him. Will you have any left

for me?" Ayan sarcastically asked, and even through the phone,

Camille could feel his jealousy and displeasure.

Camille had already witnessed Ayan's jealousy, even over their own

child, so there was nothing much to say. She let out a light sigh and

calmly said, “You can be jealous, but you can't act like this in front of

Timmy. Otherwise, it will hurt his feelings. And I won't let it go."

But Ayan didn't agree. He squinted his eyes, his voice low and hoarse,

"He's a boy, and a boy should have a strong heart. He shouldn't get

hurt over trivial matters. We can't protect him forever, right? He will

have to protect his own wife and children in the future!"

"But he's still a child now.”

"We have to start from a young age."

"Ayan, you've gone too far. I don't want to listen to you anymore. So

just shut up.”

Camille interrupted Ayan, her tone filled with annoyance and

displeasure. She really didn't want to continue this conversation with

him.

Although children should be raised to be independent and have a

stronger mindset, Timmy was still an under two-year-old child. Was it

necessary for him to be like this?

So she abruptly ended the call, completely ignoring Ayan.

But her emotions calmed down in just half a minute. She stood in the

corridor, holding her phone, and her expression seemed somewhat

stiff. She whispered to herself softly, "Am I overreacting a bit?"

Ayan was doing it for Timmy's good. It was normal for Camille to feel

concerned as a mother, so neither of them was really at fault, right?

Camille blinked gently, took a silent breath, and then turned back to the

meeting room.

It was already time to leave work. Camille had been on a few days’

break, and she needed to upload all the graphics from today to the

project email for archiving. So, everyone else had left, and she was the

only one left.

Almost half an hour later, she finished archiving the files and then

grabbed her bag and took the elevator downstairs.

As she emerged from the museum's side entrance, she immediately

saw Ayan standing by the car. He leaned against the passenger side

door, arms crossed in front of his chest, calmly gazing forward.

Their eyes met, and he maintained that posture, waiting for her to

approach.

When Camille reached him, he finally looked down at her, his eyebrows

slightly furrowed. He asked, "Did you hang up on my call just now?"

His tone carried no emotions, and his eyes remained fixed on her the

whole time.

Camille was slightly taken aback and calmly replied, "No, it just got

disconnected because of low battery."

"Really?"

"Of course.”

Ayan chuckled lightly and then took her hand, leading her into the car.

After closing her door, he went around the front of the car and got into

the driver's seat.

Ayan drove a business car because they were going to pick up

Fletcher, Talia, the old Simpson, and Timmy. A small car wouldn't be

able to fit so many people.

After getting in the car, they set off for the airport.

Camille, sitting in the passenger seat, took the initiative to ask him,

"Why didn't Mom tell me they were coming back and instead told you?"

"Because she wanted to surprise you, or maybe she didn't want you to

go through the trouble of picking them up. By telling me, she simply

wanted me, as the driver, to pick them up. Otherwise, do you think they

love me more?"

Ayan laughed self-deprecatingly. He knew his position in the Simpson

family.

His tone was somewhat amusing, and Camille's lips curved up

noticeably. She said, "It's best if you think that way. I'm just worried that

you're so self-centered, thinking Mom loves you more, so she told you

and not me. In that case, please fulfill your role as our chauffeur, Ayan!"

After Camille's words, Ayan burst into laughter. A tender look filled his

eyes as he lightly held her cheek with one hand and said in a gentle

voice, "So you don't feel sorry for me at all?"

“No, because I'm happy. After all, who made Mom love me more?"

Camille raised an eyebrow and looked at Ayan, clearly showing off her

satisfaction.

Ayan glanced at the condition of the car in the rearview mirror, then

squeezed her cheeks with a little force, gently rubbing them. He smiled

and said, "Are you intentionally making me jealous?"

"Well, yes, I want you to be jealous. But you must also be envious." Her

tone carried a slight command.

He chuckled, "So bossy?"

"Yes, so will you promise?" Camille's tone involuntarily softened,

sounding a bit coquettish. The man driving the car felt a slight tremor in

his throat, and his gaze became even more profound. He asked in a

low voice, "Do you think I dare not promise?"