Chapter 910: Explanation

Chapter 910: Explanation

Her indifference and a tone that seemed to ask, "Isn't this a trivial

matter? Why get angry?" made Ayan's expression even more

unpleasant.

He looked at her, a faint trace of anger passing through his eyes,

though not overtly displayed. His voice remained hoarse as he said,

"Just drinking? Camille, in a private room with only you and Sienna,

surrounded by other guys. Is that not worth being upset over? Do you

think I should foot the bill for both of you to have a good time?"

The more Ayan spoke, the more his anger seemed to rise, and he

ended up chuckling in exasperation.

A subtle curve appeared on his thin lips, and his deep gaze retained a

cold, distant chill. He locked eyes with Camille, the tense silence

between them punctuated only by her raspy voice, "Then how about

that you secretly went to the airport to pick up Eileen? In comparison,

do you think what I did would make you angry, or what you did would

make me angrier?"

Camille slightly narrowed her eyes, her expression on her face

revealing a hint of coolness. She spoke in a calm and composed voice,

"You hid things from me. How did you respond when I asked you?

Ayan, I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it."

Camille raised her hand to gently push Ayan away and put on her

slippers. She walked into the living room and took a seat on the sofa.

The night seemed unusually quiet, a quietness that began to feel

stifling.

Ayan's face remained stern, and his gaze held a distant intensity. He

locked eyes with Camille, his voice slightly mellowing as he continued,

“I can explain.”

She didn't respond, her gaze warm and calm as she looked directly at

him. He said, "Eileen did come back, and I did go pick her up. I've told

you about her situation. The reason I haven't confronted her directly is

that she and Preston share a common goal. I want to know what that

goal is."

“It has nothing to do with me. All I know is that Grandma's death is

related to Eileen. She went to the hospital, that's an undeniable fact.

Although I haven't figured out who made her do this or what other

reasons might be behind it, if you continue to defend her, I don't think

we have much to discuss between us,” Camille said, her tone still

devoid of any emotional excitement, as if she were discussing an

ordinary matter.

Ayan paused slightly, raising his gaze. He continued, "Nothing to

discuss? You still think I'm defending Eileen? What do I need to do for

you to believe me? Don't we have even the basic level of trust between

us?"

Camille's gaze hardened for a moment, her voice indifferent. "It's

because you don't make me trust you."

Camille's stance was firm, indicating that she wasn't willing to let this

matter slide with just a couple of explanations.

He reached out and held Camille's hand, speaking softly, "Alright, I

admit I overlooked this matter. Can I make it up to you now?"

She remained silent.

He continued, "Eileen’s sudden return probably has something to do

with Preston. As for her intentions this time, I don't know yet. Currently,

the only information I have is that she called after returning, specifically

on the evening we had dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Bell."

Actually, he didn't need to say it for Camille had already guessed it out.

However, for Camille, she hoped Ayan, as her partner, could be more

candid, without anything hidden from her.

She took a quiet breath, her expression still detached. She said,

"Eileen’s business with me, I hope you won't get involved. No matter

what the reason, I won't accept it. Now that she's back, I don't need to

look so far ahead. If things aren't clarified, I won't give up.”

Perhaps others might feel that with the passage of time, certain matters

would fade away, but for some things, they could never be erased no

matter how many years went by.

Ayan fell into silence, his eyes fixedly staring at her. His thin lips curved

slightly, and his handsome face carried a profound sense of gravity.

Camille lightly bit her lip, her tone frosty, “Do you have anything to say?

Or do you have no intention of doing as I suggested? I don't care how

you plan to use Eileen, but I won't stand idly by while she continues to

act arrogantly in front of me."

Having said her piece, she stood up and walked toward the bedroom.

As she was about to enter the hallway leading to the bedroom, she

suddenly stopped in her tracks. Without turning back, she uttered,

"Ayan, you have your boundaries, but I have mine too. I can let you

handle Cora because she harmed not just me but also the Simpsons.

As long as you feel your actions are enough to punish her, that's

sufficient. But Eileen harmed the most important person to me, and I

can't do nothing about it."

With that, she resumed walking and entered the bedroom.

Camille's words fully conveyed her inner thoughts. Her frankness and

unyielding determination clearly revealed how much the matter

concerning Eileen meant to her.

As for Eileen's situation, they had discussed it recently. If Eileen truly

was Preston's sibling, then Ayan wouldn't spare her. After all, Eileen

and Preston were allies. However, now that Eileen had unexpectedly

returned and maintained communication with Ayan, Camille found it

difficult to comprehend and remained puzzled by the situation.

Thus, Camille aimed to communicate clearly with Ayan. Due to her

grandmother's case, she couldn't pretend she was unaware of his

connection with Eileen. She needed to use her recent attitude to remind

Ayan not to forget the link between her grandmother's death and

Eileen.

Camille took a deep breath and, after showering, lay down.

It was already late into the night, and Camille had no sleepiness. But

when she heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, she

immediately closed her eyes, feigning sleep.

Ayan entered the bedroom, looking at the slightly raised portion of the

bed. His expression was heavy, his brows slightly furrowed. He stood

there for almost half a minute before eventually heading to the

bathroom to freshen up.

That night, both were lost in their thoughts, and neither slept well.

The following morning, Camille woke up to find that Ayan had already

left for work.

Seemingly aware that Camille wasn't too keen on having breakfast

together, he had left her breakfast prepared before heading out.

At the office, Ayan immediately called for Kian, his voice low and

serious, "Has there been any movement from Eileen these past couple

of days?"

Kian shook his head, saying, "She's stayed at the hotel. She called me

twice, wanting to have a meal with you. I turned her down, with the

excuse of your busy work schedule and commitments.”

Ayan's expression remained unchanged, his deep gaze shrouded in

darkness, an icy coldness lurking within. He looked at Kian and said, “If

she wants to meet me, invite her to the office.”

Kian hesitated for a moment, not entirely understanding Ayan's

intentions, but he nodded in agreement.

Subsequently, Kian reported on the situation with Quintus, saying,

"After leaving home with Cora, Quintus checked into a hotel in town,

where they've been staying. They haven't shown any other intentions.

It's unclear what he's up to."

Ayan furrowed his brows, his thin lips pressed into a straight line. After

a few seconds of contemplation, he spoke, his tone casual, "Since he's

not planning to do anything, let's give him something to do. Being this

idle seems far too easy."

Kian appeared puzzled, looking at Ayan. "Mr. Simpson, what should we

do then?"