Chapter 934: Uneasy Heart

Chapter 934: Uneasy Heart

He didn't deny it; that meant he admitted it.

Camille gave a faint smile, "I don't get involved in your matters with

Preston, so you don't need to tell me. Everyone's perspective and

decisions are different, so I have no right to blame or demand anything

from you. After all, I'm growing less and less familiar with him. I might

not have understood him from the beginning. So, I don't really know

what kind of person he is now."

Camille met Ayan's dark eyes with a deeper smile, her voice warm,

"Ayan, I'm really glad you can be honest with me. Thank you for caring

about my feelings."

She extended her arms for a hug, and after a moment's hesitation,

Ayan reciprocated. He held her gently, his voice a soft whisper near her

ear, "No need to thank me, never say thank you."

"Alright, Mr. Simpson,” she playfully responded.

Ayan's slightly tense expression softened.

Although Camille had said she didn't need to be informed about what to

do, Ayan still brought it up proactively, "Kian went to Flento. In these

next few days, he'll likely stir up some things with Preston. So, he might

approach you. No matter what he says or does, don't believe him, don't

engage, got it?"

"Got it," Camille softly replied.

Ayan tenderly stroked her hair, and his deep eyes turned dim and

contemplative. As for the matters he had been trying to obstruct, he

wasn't sure if he could completely prevent them. But if they did happen,

how would she react?

These questions darkened Ayan's expression further, and the depths of

his eyes grew even darker, like ink.

Yet, now that Camille had promised him, he felt a glimmer of

confidence. It was the worst-case scenario, but he would do his best to

prevent it. Once everything settled down, he needed to confess to

Camille. It was better than her hearing it from someone else's mouth.

That night, both Flento and Hance seemed far from peaceful.

Some people stayed awake until dawn, like Preston, who hardly slept a

wink that night. His heart was restless and uneasy, burdened by a

myriad of hidden concerns. Ever since the livestream last night,

although Molly hadn't said anything, he could unmistakably sense her

growing distance. It was so cold, almost as if she saw through him.

Such unease left Preston with an inexplicable sense of guilt and

anxiety.

Molly was already asleep on the bed in their apartment. As the sky

grew brighter, he scribbled a note, grabbed his car keys, and headed

out, using the excuse of buying breakfast.

In fact, the moment he left, Molly was already awake.

The closing of the door wasn't loud, and she was in a half-asleep state,

but she could sense the slightest movements.

Most importantly, she hadn't fully closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.

So, Preston's departure wasn't lost on her. She sat on the bed, staring

at the ceiling blankly. A faint, cold smile curved at the corner of her lips,

an expression filled with calculating coolness.

In her heart, she silently thought, "Preston, this is what you owe me.

This is your deception towards me. It's all your own doing. I gave you

chances, but you didn't cherish them. You never kept me in your heart.

So, it's not my fault, it's not on me."

Preston naturally had no idea about Molly's thoughts or the fact that

she had woken up the moment he left.

He drove to Zoie's hotel after leaving the apartment.

Because of the video incident, Zoie had to change hotels. She had

picked a new one after Preston left the previous hotel, following his

message telling her to choose a new hotel herself. With the video

incident, she didn't cry, complain, or lose her temper. Her restraint only

made Preston's heart ache more, as no man could remain indifferent to

a woman who sacrificed so much for him.

So, he drove to see her using the excuse of buying breakfast, and

naturally, he knew which floor and room number she was in.

When he rang the doorbell, Zoie quickly opened the door.

Seeing Preston outside, Zoie blinked her eyes, her eyes reddening

instantly. She bit her lip, her expression becoming pitiful and endearing.

Preston entered and closed the door behind him before sweeping her

into an embrace. He murmured softly, "Don't be upset. I'm here now."

Held in his arms, Zoie's face remained devoid of expression. She

simply nodded gently, asking, “Why did you come so early?"

"Come to see you."

"What should we do if she finds out?"

“It's alright, I'll handle it. Why did you wake up so early?"

"I couldn't sleep. I'm worried about you. I'm afraid of causing you

trouble. I think I should just go back to Hance today. Staying here will

only cause chaos for you. If I had known, I wouldn't have come. It's all

my fault, I've caused the current situation.”

As Zoie spoke, she couldn't help but want to cry. Her words were filled

with self-blame and guilt.

Preston quickly raised his hand to wipe away her tears, his eyes

showing tenderness. He said softly, “It's not your fault. It's not your

problem. Others are intentionally targeting me. Don't worry, things are

mostly resolved now. If you want to go back, wait a couple of days until

the heat dies down, and then come back, alright?"

Zoie nodded gently, indicating her agreement, and then hugged

Preston willingly.

Preston stayed with Zoie until the sky was completely bright, and it was

close to seven o'clock. He finally said to Zoie, “I can't stay out for too

long. I'll head back now. There are still some things that require her

cooperation. Rest well, don't overthink, I'm here for everything, okay?"

Preston left the room. He took out the mask he always carried in his

pocket and then took the elevator down and left the hotel.

On his way back in the car, he bought bread and coffee and went

straight to his apartment.

As he entered the apartment, Molly was already sitting on the living

room sofa.

She didn't react to the sound of the door opening, and it wasn't until

Preston walked into the living room with his things that she looked at

him and softly asked, "Why did you go out so early to buy breakfast?"

Preston put down the breakfast in his hands and looked at Molly with a

gentle gaze. "I just went out for a bit. How about you? Why aren't you

sleeping a bit more?"

"Just went out for a bit?" Molly asked casually, looking down at the food

on the coffee table. She didn't pay much attention to his current

expression and reactions. She simply opened the packaging and said

softly, "I'm so hungry. Let's eat breakfast!"

Molly's response and actions were completely normal, and Preston

deeply glanced at her before responding, "Sure."

As for how long he had been out, he naturally didn't mention anything,

not a single word.

After breakfast, Molly proactively said to Preston, "With everything that

happened yesterday, I need to go back for a bit. Even though I've given

up my inheritance rights, I'm still worried that they'll be upset. We're

getting married, and I want to have their blessings, so..."

"Alright, go and see them."

"Okay, let's have dinner together tonight!"

"Sure."

Preston nodded, and if Molly needed to go back to the Walker family,

he didn't have any objections. It was also a relief from spending the

whole day with him.

Molly changed her clothes and left. Later, she quickly returned to the

Walker family. She informed Luke about the pre-booked flight and time

for her visit. Then she said, "Dad, you've never agreed to us being

together. As long as you and Mom go abroad for half a month, by the

time you return, our matters will be resolved. We won't get married by

then."

Luke looked at Molly, confused. Adding to what happened yesterday,

he asked, "Molly, what exactly are you and him up to?"