Chapter 905: Sixth Sense

Chapter 905: Sixth Sense

Camille's ability to avoid public appearances was due to Talia's

understanding. Talia rarely insisted on her presence, considering the

Simpson family's status. No one dared to question Talia, and no one

would dare to use the daughter-in-law's absence as a reason for

scrutiny.

This made Camille's life much easier, as she was free from such

pressures.

The last time Camille asked Talia to talk with Madison, it had gone

smoothly. Madison had been perfectly at ease when meeting Sienna for

the first time. Madison was already a kind person, but with Talia's

positive words, the situation had improved even more. She had directly

given Sienna the Ward family's heirloom, and the relationship between

mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was flourishing.

Having seen the successful example, Sienna naturally wanted her

relationship with Madison to become more stable over time. After all,

there was an aura that needed to be harmonized between a new

daughter-in-law and her mother-in-law.

In a pleading tone, Sienna said to Camille, "Just think of it as

accompanying your best friend, okay?"

"Can I say no?"

"Of course not!"

And so, the plan was set.

After hanging up the phone, Camille realized in hindsight that she

wasn't the one who invited Sienna to dinner, yet she seemed to be the

one who was now obliged to make a contribution.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a group of six people arrived at the

restaurant.

The restaurant was arranged by Kian, the old place, Darkmoor.

Three men and three women, no sense of distance as work colleagues,

just friends enjoying each other's company.

They sat in separate groups of men and women, and no one felt

uncomfortable.

Mrs. Bell had met Sienna before, so they quickly struck up a

conversation.

Upon learning that Sienna was now married to Rex, Mrs. Bell offered

her blessings and then whispered, "Are you planning on having a baby

soon?"

Mrs. Bell's eyes twinkled mischievously, clearly very curious.

She spoke softly, so only the three of them could hear.

Sienna was caught slightly off guard by the question, her demeanor

briefly freezing. It seemed the topic of having a baby was unexpected.

After all, they had just gotten married, so the question of having

children might be a bit premature.

They hadn't even properly enjoyed their newlywed phase, so there

were no plans for children at the moment.

This was the first time someone had asked Sienna about having

children since she got married to Rex, and she wasn't sure how to

respond.

Her hesitation made Mrs. Bell quickly realize her misstep, and she

hurriedly explained, "Sienna, I'm sorry if my question made you

uncomfortable. I'm just really fond of children, so I asked without

thinking too much. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Mrs. Bell shot Camille a pleading look, clearly feeling a bit flustered.

Camille offered Mrs. Bell a reassuring smile and then turned to Sienna,

saying, "Mrs. Bell didn't mean anything by it. If you're not comfortable

answering, you don't have to."

Sienna shook her head and said, "It's not that I'm not comfortable, it's

just that this is the first time I've heard this question, so I didn't know

how to answer.” She smiled, covering her mouth with her hand and

whispered, "I haven't thought about having children yet. I still feel like a

child myself, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be a good mother."

Mrs. Bell couldn't help but chuckle, "Although you may still feel like a

child, Cami, who is also a child like you, is already a mother. So, there

might be advantages to having children sooner.”

"Mrs. Bell, if I didn't know that you and my mother-in-law aren't close, I

might have thought you were sent by her!" Sienna joked.

Mrs. Bell and Camille joined in the laughter.

The topic of having children didn't linger for too long. It was Sienna’s

personal matter, and Mrs. Bell had only asked casually.

As the conversation continued, the atmosphere in the private room

remained cheerful. The waitstaff continued to bring dishes to the table

one after another. Once all the dishes were served, the waitstaff left the

room, and the group raised their glasses for a toast before starting their

meal.

Mr. Bell raised his glass and said, "I hope we'll have more

collaborations in the future. Apart from work, I also hope that we can

become the most loyal friends."

"Of course, you are always welcomed to Hance," Ayan tilted his glass

slightly, clinking it with Mr. Bell's.

Rex followed suit and raised his glass, expressing his welcome to Mr.

and Mrs. Bell.

With two gentlemen accompanying Mr. Bell, Mrs. Bell was left to chat

with Camille and Sienna.

At this moment, Ayan's phone suddenly rang.

His phone was placed on the table, and he glanced at the caller ID

before declining the call. However, the caller seemed persistent and

called again, repeating this twice more. Eventually, Ayan had no choice

but to answer the call, looking at Mr. and Mrs. Bell he said, "Excuse

me, I need to take this call. Please continue.”

He stood up and left the room to answer the call. Camille's gaze

followed his departure.

Sitting next to Camille, Sienna placed a dish into Camille's bowl and

said, "Eat more. You've been losing weight lately.”

Sienna's gaze was fixed on Camille, pulling her thoughts back into the

present.

Sienna chuckled softly and asked, "Are you really so inseparable from

Mr. Simpson now? When are you planning to remarry with him? Do you

need Rex or my mother-in-law to give your mother-in-law a nudge?"

“No need. If they could nudge him, I'd have to reconsider his motives

for remarrying me,” Camille replied with an indifferent shake of her

head. She whispered, “It's not that I'm inseparable from him all the

time. I'm just wondering why someone would keep calling him

persistently.”

If it were Kian who had been trying to reach him, someone would

probably just knock on the door, since the driver and the assistant

secretary were dining in the adjacent private room. If there were an

urgent matter for Ayan, he wouldn't keep calling repeatedly.

Camille's thoughts were remarkably sensitive, not because she wanted

to pry, but because certain things naturally spread in her mind, perhaps

what people referred to as a sixth sense.

Ayan returned to the room after about five or six minutes on the phone.

His expression wasn't very pleasant as he walked in, a slight frown

creasing his forehead, displaying an obvious coldness. Camille was the

first to notice, but he quickly reined in his emotions, adopting a

composed and faintly smiling demeanor.

The rest of the dinner proceeded without any interruptions, going

smoothly and pleasantly.

After the meal, they left Darkmoor, and it was already approaching 9:30

PM.

Time had flown by with their lively conversation and enjoyable meal,

and no one had noticed how late it had gotten.

Saying their goodbyes at the entrance of Darkmoor, everyone went

their separate ways and headed home.

Ayan had some alcohol, and as soon as he got into the car, he leaned

his head against Camille's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest. Kian

was driving and he took them back to Maple Leaves Mansion.

Ayan's alcohol intake wasn't excessive, so he didn't require assistance.

He knew to hold Camille's hand as they walked through the building's

entrance and then took the elevator upstairs.

Upon entering their apartment, Ayan immediately made his way to the

couch and lay down. Camille gazed at him with a faint emotion playing

on her delicate features. She softly inquired, "Shall I prepare a glass of

honey water for you?"

Ayan let out a low sound of agreement, then closed his eyes.

It seemed that he hadn't drunk this much alcohol in quite a while,

leading to his slight discomfort.

Camille prepared the honey water and walked over to his side. "Drink

this before you go to sleep,” she advised gently.

Ayan opened his eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. His breath, tinged

with a hint of alcohol, warmed her cheek as he spoke hoarsely, "Why

do you look unhappy?"

Despite the alcohol, his eyes remained clear.

Camille, though not making a fuss, her moods could easily be told.

She didn't respond, instead taking the empty glass from him and

starting to walk towards the kitchen.

However, Ayan swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his

embrace.

He held her tenderly. "What's going on, really?" he murmured.

Camille pursed her lips, hesitating for a couple of seconds. She then

asked directly, "Who called you tonight?"

"Work-related matters."

"Is that so?"

"Of course.”

He gently tilted her chin, a gesture that indicated his desire to steer the

conversation away from this topic. His mesmerizing eyes locked onto

Camille's, unwavering in their gaze. And then, he leaned in, capturing

her lips in a kiss.

Once certain things are set in motion, they can become uncontrollable.

This was especially true for a slightly inebriated Mr. Simpson, who had

been holding back for a long time. Once he started, he had no intention

of stopping.