Chapter 92 - Pretty looking disobedient

"Sort of?"

"Because of what?"

Camille pursed her lips: "It's all between girls, probably not convinced

by each other's good looks?"

Albert laughed: "She's not as good looking as you."

“I'd really appreciate it."

Camille drove Albert back to the hotel entrance, before getting out of

the car, Camille took the initiative to ask: "Are you really not going to

work with Eileen? If it's because of me you don't have to. If word gets

out that it's bad for your personal reputation, she and I don't have

anything too big to take to heart."

"Is this your way of asking me if you are important in my heart?"

Camille frowned slightly, the eyes indifferent as water, as if to tell him

not to think too much!

Albert also no longer joke, he said truthfully: "not for you, nor for

anyone, simply their own ideas, the same as Eileen wanted to invite me

to sing a lot of people, than she has the characteristics and status of

many people, but I did not agree, if I opened this mouth behind the

source will continue, I do not want to make too many deep friends with

people in the circle, and do not want to offend people So the best way

is to refuse anyone."

"And the last thing you said to Eileen?"

"Just out of courtesy, I can't just say Miss Khan I don't want to work with

you and don't contact me in the future?"

Camille smiled, then said, "Okay, I learned another lesson, thank you

Mr. Bell."

After seeing Albert enter the hotel, Camille turned around and headed

back to Hanyama Manson.

Ayan's car was already parked in the garage, but the house was dark

and unlit, he came back so soon and went to bed?

Camille thought as she opened the door and entered the house. She

stood at the entrance and bent down to change her shoes, and before

she could even put her shoes on, she was hugged directly from behind.

She subconsciously exclaimed, "Ah ......"

Feeling the man's warm breath that belongs to his unique smell,

Camille now did not heavy relief, and then said: "What are you doing?"

She was still barefoot, but Ayan simply ignored her and pinned her

against the wall. The two were so close that their breaths could spill on

each other's cheeks.

In the darkness, four eyes locked, his deep eyes with a shadowy

compulsion, he said, "Albert is that good friend of yours that you've had

a good relationship with for a long time but still let you put on makeup

to get there?"

His tone has clearly felt the displeasure, handsome face is close at

hand so you can clearly look at his face overflowing with coldness.

Camille pursed her lips, "Hmm."

“Camille, why do you have so many friends of the opposite sex? One

Preston isn't enough? Now Albert, what do you want?"

He narrowed his eyes, but did not get angry, just indifferent tone.

Camille took a silent breath as she said, "Ayan , Albert is my teacher's

son.”

Camille doesn't know what's wrong with Ayan. He says she has friends

of the opposite sex, but what about him? Doesn't he have a sweetheart

in Eileen?

Ayan tsked, then added, "Since he's your teacher's son, shouldn't you

host a meal for him now that he's in Hance City? How about inviting

him to your home?"

"He doesn't know we're married, so he doesn't have to, right?"

"He didn't know? You didn't say, or you didn't want to tell him?"

His voice is low and cold, and his words are full of dissatisfaction.

Camille responded reluctantly, "I just didn't have the right opportunity to

mention it. Wouldn't people think I was sick if I first had to tell him,

Albert, that I'm married and I'm married now?"

What's more, their marriage was supposed to be a hidden one, so if

she took it upon herself to tell someone, would his Eileen be happy?

Isn't Eileen unhappy the same as he is unhappy?

Camille felt helpless and self-deprecating.

Why does he always drive her to the point of no return like this?

Not wanting to continue the conversation, Camille reached out and

nudged Ayan: “It's cold and I'm not wearing any shoes."

Ayan now slightly loose back half a step, watched her put on slippers,

his voice again: "Since you did not find the opportunity to tell him, then

take advantage of this time he came to Hance City we invited him to

eat dinner as a couple, but also to show appreciation for his father's

care and teaching of you, can not be students married teacher still do

not know, right? *

"Ayan , aren't you afraid that he'll think less of Eileen when he finds out

we're a couple? Don't you want him to work with Eileen anymore?"

“It's not up to me to decide whether to cooperate or not. If Eileen really

has something he appreciates, he'll be willing to cooperate.”

"So you're not afraid that Eileen will be upset?"

She stared into the man's dark eyes.

"We're a couple, it hasn't been a day or two.”

His tone was flat, just stating a matter of fact.

Camille, however, was slightly stunned and wondered what he meant.

Does he mean that Eileen is unhappy for more than a day or two?

Anyway, it's already unhappy, not bad this time?

Camille thought about it, then said, "I can't just say yes, I have to ask

Albert if he wants to?"

"Well, I think Mr. Bell would be willing."

"Will I or won't I have to ask him before I can tell you."

Camille relented, and Ayan relented.

It was getting late, so Camille took a shower and rested.

There are still some questions floating around in my heart. Ayan seems

to have become different lately, and the restrictions on her seem to be

getting more and more restrictive.

What's wrong with him?

With this question in mind, Camille soon fell asleep.

Ayan slept later than she did, listening to her even breathing before he

lifted the covers off the bed and went out to the balcony.

This process did not make any sound, he put one hand in his trouser

pocket and then dialed out with no expression.

"What did you find out?"

"Mrs. Bell and Mr. Bell met when Mrs. Bell was in high school, Mr. Bell's

father was Mrs. Bell's high school homeroom teacher, and the

friendship has been there since then."

"Is that all?" Ayan asked in an indifferent voice with slightly narrowed

eyes.

Kian responded, "Yes, it's just that simple. I checked and no one who

knows them thinks they have any intimate relationship, as brother and

sister.”

"Brother and sister?"

Ayan's face was slightly pale, and his eyes were flushed with a colder

look.

Kian responded in a low voice: "What we know so far is indeed true,

Madame spent most of her high school years living at Mr. Bell's house

because Madame's grandmother was not well for that period of time

" Armstrong family is really good, their own daughter sent away

regardless of throwing in someone else's home to raise?" Ayan's face

changed, his eyes sunken, and a low chuckle snorted between his

throat bones.

Then he spat out a sentence: " Since the Armstrong family is so

capable, let's see how much they have that I have not seen. The

Simpson Group will not support it."

"Mr. Simpson, will this upset the lady's side?"

Kian asked with some concern.