Chapter 894: Regret

Chapter 894: Regret

In the end, Camille didn't answer the question because a knock on the

office door interrupted their conversation after Ayan asked.

Camille didn't want to continue the topic either. She reminded Ayan

calmly, "You should focus on your work. If there's anything urgent, it

wouldn't be good to delay it."

Ayan remained silent, his deep gaze still fixed on Camille until the

knock on the door came again. He stood up from the sofa, walked back

to his desk, and replied in a low and cold tone, "Come in."

The assistant entered the office with some documents for Ayan to sign.

He sensed that something was off in the office atmosphere and felt a

chill down his spine.

Was the air conditioning too cold?

All he wanted now was to get Ayan to sign the documents and leave

the office as soon as possible, or he might freeze to death.

Ayan continued to work, and Camille sat on the sofa, looking at her

phone.

The two of them spent the entire morning without much interaction.

At around half-past eleven, Ayan finished his work.

He looked up at Camille, who had closed her eyes and leaned against

the back of the sofa. His eyebrows furrowed unconsciously as he

walked over to her.

He bent down and lifted her up from the sofa. Camille opened her eyes

the next second.

Looking at him, she asked, "Done with work?"

"Tired?" he inquired softly.

The two of them almost spoke at the same time, their voices

overlapping.

Both pairs of eyes met, and he asked, "Feeling sleepy? Why don't you

rest in the lounge for a while?"

“I'm not sleepy. I've just been looking at my phone for too long and

wanted to rest my eyes. So, can you put me down now?" Camille

shifted uneasily. If someone walked in and saw them like this, it would

be awkward. She just wanted to get down quickly since they were in

the office.

After all, it was the office.

However, Ayan didn't seem to have the same notion. He showed no

concern about being seen and said, "I don't care if anyone will see it."

Camille felt he was still holding a grudge about their conversation

earlier, so she changed the topic directly. “I'm hungry. Can we go eat

now?"

"Sure."

Ayan nodded and put her down before holding her hand and leaving

the office.

He took Camille to a Cantonese restaurant near Simpson Group. As

they arrived at the restaurant's parking lot, Ayan noticed something

amiss.

Furrowing his brows, he glanced through the rearview mirror and saw a

van parked nearby with someone inside, showing no intention to leave.

Camille had already unfastened her seatbelt and was about to get out

of the car when she noticed that Ayan hadn't made any move. She

asked, "Ayan, why aren't you getting out of the car?"

Ayan glanced indifferently at the rearview mirror, then nodded softly.

Only then did he unfasten his seatbelt and get out of the car with

Camille.

He didn't show any unusual behavior, calmly walking into the restaurant

with Camille.

He deliberately chose a table by the window, from where he could see

where he had parked the car.

Camille noticed Ayan ws looking at somewhere and followed his gaze.

However, before she could turn her head completely, Ayan's hand

pressed against hers.

He said, "Let's order. Stop looking around.”

Camille pouted in dissatisfaction, “Then what are you looking at?"

“Looking at a beautiful girl," he replied, flashing a faint smile, a teasing

glint in his eyes. However, he kept his peripheral vision focused on the

parking lot.

Camille naturally didn't believe him; he wasn't that kind of person, and

he wouldn't bother doing such things.

Camille let out a soft hum and replied playfully, "If they are good-looking

girls, why can't I look too? I also like admiring beautiful girls!"

“You want to look too? Aren't you jealous then?"

“I want to look, but I'm not jealous. All beautiful things are meant to be

shared, right?"

"You are quite open-minded.” Ayan scoffed lightly, his tone showing a

hint of displeasure.

The two playfully bickered as the dishes arrived. During the meal, Ayan

received two phone calls and dealt with some work-related matters.

Meanwhile, Camille chatted with Sienna about the incident with the

"beautiful girl."

She asked Sienna, "Do you think he actually saw a beautiful girl, or

was he just trying to make me jealous?"

Sienna burst into laughter. “I suspect you're getting love-struck again.

How come your IQ drops to zero when it comes to Mr. Simpson? Do

you really think Mr. Simpson has never seen a beautiful woman? Are

you looking down on my taste? In my eyes, you're the most beautiful,

so why would he be interested in others?"

"Maybe he's tired of my looks?" Camille replied casually, glancing at the

parking lot where Ayan still remained focused. She subconsciously

wanted to see it too, but Ayan stopped her again, not giving her any

chance.

She tried several times, but he always stopped her, not giving her any

opportunity.

In the end, Camille decided not to continue and turned her attention

back to her phone. Sienna's chat box was still open, and she

responded,“Come on, even if he is tired of you, he can still tell who

looks good, right? You should have some confidence in yourself. Mr.

Simpson is pursuing you now, and you can totally open up your heart!"

"Fine, I'll trust you this time, given that you're good-looking." After

Camille replied, Ayan finished answering his phone.

He put down the phone and served soup for Camille, his gaze gentle as

he stared at her. He asked, "Who were you chatting with?"

Camille locked her phone and took the soup from him, responding

nonchalantly, "A handsome guy."

Ayan couldn't help but chuckle. "How handsome? Should we look

together?"

"No, I'm afraid you'd get upset if you see," Camille shook her head,

took a few sips of the soup, and asked, "Ayan, won't it be dangerous for

Sean if you ask Kian to withdraw the protection?"

This was a topic they had discussed on the phone earlier. Although

Sean had recorded the video and scheduled its release, he refused to

let the police withdraw their protection. In fact, he wanted Kian to be

with him at all times. Sean was extremely anxious and afraid, fearing

that Preston would harm him or send someone to kill him. Thus, he

lived in constant anguish.

However, having the police involved for too long wasn't appropriate.

Not only did it waste police resources, but it also left no room for

Preston to make a move. If Preston didn't take any action, Sean's

cooperation would be relatively useless.

Ayan also took a deep breath without saying anything. His warm gaze

remained fixed on Camille, and he replied, "He won't be unsafe. Even if

the police withdraw, our people will protect him. The reason for

withdrawing the police was to give those involved in this matter a

chance to approach Sean. If we deny them that opportunity, wouldn't

everything we've done be in vain?"

Camille nodded slightly, not entirely understanding, but she didn't

inquire further. She simply said, "If this continues, it will probably end

without resolution. The museum project is about to start, and if they

can't find any useful information soon, I believe the museum will use its

connections to end the matter. Once the project starts, they won't

tolerate any negative publicity. After all, it represents Hance to the

outside world."

In the face of a grand construction and reputation, a single life or a

seemingly insignificant individual was rather inconsequential.

Sometimes, it was like a person and an ant.

This world was indeed harsh and pragmatic. It wouldn't halt its progress

just because someone was no longer present, and it wouldn't stop

entirely due to someone's departure.

Although Camille didn't like Louise, her departure still brought a tinge of

regret.

Even if one disliked someone, it didn't mean that person's life should be

taken away. Disliking someone simply meant not wanting much contact

with them.

Camille sighed heavily and asked Ayan, "Do you think what I said

makes sense?"