Chapter 878: Imparting

Chapter 878: Imparting

A handsome face appeared with a gentle expression, and the

tenderness in his eyes was apparent. However, it was hard to imagine

these sweet words coming from the mouth of a domineering CEO.

Camille felt from the bottom of her heart that if these words were not

spoken by Ayan, they would feel somewhat put off.

Although Ayan's delivery wasn't that much, it still felt somewhat

awkward, as if such words shouldn't come from his mouth.

Nevertheless, she smiled faintly and looked up at him. "Then I'll wait

and see."

Ayan lightly pinched her cheek, and just then, the waiter knocked on

the door of the private room.

When Camille saw the person already seated in the room, she froze in

place. After glancing at the person and then at Ayan, whose hand was

still intertwined with hers, she asked, "Why didn't you tell me she was

back?"

Ayan explained in a low voice, "She said she wanted to surprise you."

Camille was somewhat bewildered. Well, it was indeed a surprise.

Sienna had stood up from her chair and quickly approached Camille.

She opened her arms for a hug. "Darling, I'm here to keep you

company. Are you happy to see me?"

Sienna had a radiant smile, obviously in a great mood.

Camille also smiled and snorted lightly, looking at her. “You didn't even

tell me you were coming back. I could have gone to the airport early to

wait for you."

"How could I trouble Mrs. Simpson? I grew a pair of legs. I can walk to

you on my own." Sienna held Camille's hand and led her to the dining

table. Ayan and Rex were also engaged in conversation, so the two

women had their own space to chat.

Camille asked Sienna, "Did you really get married?"

“Yes, do you think I would lie to you?"

"It's not about whether you would lie to me, it's just that it's a little

sudden. Why did you suddenly decide to get married? What benefits

did he offer you to make you agree to marry him so suddenly?"

Sienna pursed her lips, realizing that the occasion wasn't suitable to

talk about these things. She took out her phone, typed a few words,

and passed it to Camille.

She whispered, "Since we're going to get married eventually, it doesn't

matter if it's sooner or later. As for those owed formalities, let him take

his time to fulfill them!"

Camille nodded, understanding Sienna's point, but the words Sienna

had written left her shocked.

Sienna said it was because she had completely cut ties with the King

family, and also because Mario had pressured her too much. She

couldn't catch a breath or find an opportunity. Perhaps doing this could

give her a slight sense of reliance and the feeling that someone was

willing to bear the burden with her.

But a question also arose in Camille's heart. She asked in a low voice,

"With your understanding of Mario, can he really let go completely?"

Grace's question stunned Sienna for a moment. She put on an

unnatural smile and her voice turned hoarse. "You really do understand

him."

There were many implications in that sentence, but Sienna didn't

continue speaking. She simply said to Camille, "I understand what

you're thinking. Let's talk one-on-one after I settle down."

Camille glanced at the two men and didn't want Rex to know, so she

just nodded and didn't continue the topic.

The dishes were quickly served.

The four of them sat facing each other. It had been a long time since

they had gathered together, so the atmosphere of the dinner was very

pleasant.

Rex looked at Camille and Ayan and said, "When everyone else is

available in the next few days, we should have dinner together. Today,

we mainly invited the two of you to be the first to witness our marriage.

Thank you both for taking time out of your busy schedules to join us."

Rex raised his glass and clinked it with Ayan and Camille. He

continued, "You two are preparing for your weddings, so we'll wait for

you to impart your experience to us."

Rex was brimming with smiles, clearly looking forward to his wedding

with Sienna.

Camille didn't have much of a response, and Ayan just nodded in

agreement.

After the meal, the four of them left Darkmoor. They each got into their

cars and headed home.

Ayan was driving, and Camille sat in the passenger seat, the

atmosphere feeling somewhat quiet and heavy.

Ayan took a quick glance at Camille and noticed her sitting quietly,

staring out of the window, lost in thought.

His brows slightly furrowed, and a touch of concern appeared in his

deep, gentle eyes. He reached out and gently held Camille's hand,

asking softly, "What's wrong?"

Camille shook her head. "It's nothing. I might just be a little sleepy after

eating and drinking."

Ayan looked at her deeply, fully aware that this wasn't the truth.

His eyes became profound and somber, and a hint of warmth filled his

voice. “Then take a nap. I'll wake you up when we get home."

"Okay." She replied softly and closed her eyes.

Camille maintained like this until they reached the entrance of Maple

Leaves Mansion. As soon as the car stopped, she opened her eyes.

Both of them unfastened their seat belts and got out of the car. As they

were about to head to the elevator, Camille accidentally caught sight of

two familiar figures.

Camille immediately halted her steps and didn't continue walking

forward. This caught Ayan's attention, and he followed her gaze, seeing

the two people coming towards them. It was a man and a woman

holding hands, drawing attention under the dim lighting.

The two people also noticed Camille and Ayan standing by the car. The

woman instinctively let go of the man's hand, but the man held her

hand even tighter.

The woman raised her other hand, and her voice trembled nervously,

"Camille."

Camille looked at the person in front of her and, apart from the initial

surprise, quickly returned to her usual self. She gave a soft "hmm" and

then looked at the other person.

The two people approached, facing each other.

The man's voice rang out, "Mr. Simpson, Miss Camille."

Ayan nodded and glanced back and forth between the man and the

woman, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Mr. Burris, Miss

Armstrong, what a coincidence.”

Ayan deliberately acted as if he didn't know. Grace instinctively looked

at Camille. She felt uneasy all over.

Horace, on the other hand, remained composed and calm. He didn't

hide anything and responded to Ayan's inquiry, "Mr. Simpson, Miss

Camille, I am dating Grace."

Horace was very straightforward about clarifying his relationship with

Grace, his attitude sincere, indicating that he was taking Grace

seriously.

Camille also smiled and looked at the two of them. "So if we hadn't run

into you, were you not planning to tell me?"

This question was directed at Grace.

In fact, Camille had already anticipated this. Horace had asked her

about Grace before, and then he took responsibility for everything

related to Grace. It wasn't something a mere business partner or friend

would do.

Perhaps the two of them had already expressed their feelings long

before that, right?

After Camille's question, Grace hurriedly explained, “No, that's not it. I

never intended to hide it from you. It's just that I've been looking for the

right moment to tell you. I didn't want to keep it from you, I promise."

Grace was somewhat agitated, afraid that Camille wouldn't believe her.

Her reaction made Camille smile, but she didn't truly doubt Grace.

Camille said, "Alright, I believe you. Does Mom and Dad know about

your relationship?"

Grace instinctively looked at Horace, and then she looked back into

Camille's eyes. She said, "Not yet, I haven't figured out how to tell

them.”

Grace sighed silently, her expression instantly turning melancholic.

Horace spoke gently, taking over from Grace, "Once you're ready, we'll

go to the your family. With me there, nothing will happen.”

Grace mustered a faint smile and nodded.

Camille observed their interaction, and she could tell that Horace

seemed responsible and dependable.

As it wasn't suitable for a lengthy conversation right there, they

exchanged a few simple words before parting ways.

Camille and Ayan took the elevator upstairs. There were only the two of

them in the elevator. Unable to resist, Camille asked Ayan, "What do

you think of Horace?"

Ayan looked at Camille, his eyes gentle, and asked, "What do you want

to say?"