Chapter 960: Missing You

Chapter 960: Missing You

"Miss Khan, Mr. Simpson is busy, as you know. When he's busy, he

doesn't like any disruptions. If you have something to discuss, please

wait until Mr. Simpson is available. Okay?"

Kian's words came with a clear warning and implication. Eileen didn't

dare to insist any further and simply replied in a low voice, "Then

please let Kian inform Ayan for me. Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Miss Khan."

Kian's tone was distant as he ended the call abruptly.

Kian immediately relayed this message to Ayan and expressed some

concern. "Could it be that Preston knows about your schedule and

intentionally sent Eileen to test us?"

Ayan furrowed his brows slightly, his voice devoid of emotion. "It

shouldn't be. There aren't many people who know about our visit, and

our itinerary has been kept confidential. So how would Preston know?

Besides, we haven't been here for long, so even if he had suspicions,

he wouldn't have confirmed them so quickly."

Ayan continued in a detached tone, "Contact the person keeping an

eye on Eileen and find out if she had any contact with Preston."

Kian nodded and then asked, "If Preston does have suspicions, should

we take precautions?"

Ayan's demeanor remained icy and his deep eyes filled with coldness

as he replied, "Let's investigate first. If he does have suspicions,

knowing Preston's nature, he won't believe even if we take precautions.

It would be a waste of time."

Kian acknowledged and quickly made arrangements.

Meanwhile, Ayan sat calmly on a couch, his expression consistently

indifferent. After a moment of contemplation, he picked up his phone

and initiated a video call with Camille.

Camille was in her office, discussing design plans with Sienna. Both of

them were deeply engrossed in their conversation when a video call

notification interrupted them.

Camille glanced at her phone, her eyebrows involuntarily furrowing.

"Ayan."

Sienna couldn't help but tease, "Do I need to step out? Isn't Mr.

Simpson on a day off? Or is it because he's missing you?"

Camille pouted slightly and replied, "You're overthinking it; it's definitely

not that.”

Camille got up and walked to the window before accepting the call.

Ayan's face immediately appeared on the screen. He seemed to be

sitting by a window, the sunlight casting a clear light on his face.

Camille was taken aback, raising her eyebrows as she asked softly,

"Why the sudden video call?"

Because she hadn't put him on speaker, his voice was also hushed. He

replied, "I miss you."

Camille blushed a bit, feeling a bit embarrassed. She discreetly glanced

at Sienna, who was still lying on the couch, not paying them much

attention. Camille spoke softly, "Sienna and I were discussing design

plans. How about you? What are you up to?"

Seeing Camille act like a teenager in love who was afraid of getting

caught, Ayan couldn't help but find it amusing. His lips curved into a

faint smile, and his voice carried a warm tone as he said, "I'm just

daydreaming and feeling bored. I should've brought you with me to

keep me company.”

Camille lightly huffed, "Who told you not to bring me? Are you afraid I'll

disturb you?"

She said it in a serious manner, causing Ayan to furrow his brows

slightly. His voice carried a hint of playfulness as he said, “What are

you talking about? Say that again! If you say it again, I'll immediately

have someone bring you over. Want to give it a try?"

After Ayan finished speaking, Camille couldn't help but laugh. She

asked, "Really? But I don't believe you."

"You don't believe me?"

“That's right.”

Ayan couldn't help but smile at her teasing. His voice carried a gentle

rasp as he said, "Well, you always like to challenge me when I'm not in

Hance. If I were in Hance right now, would you still say that?"

“I'm not afraid of you, even if you were here, I'd dare.” Camille

responded fearlessly. Her lips curled into a noticeable smile as she

continued, "So, you called for a video chat just because you miss me?

There's nothing else on your mind?"

Ayan chuckled, his laughter filled with warmth. He said, "Well, I do have

a couple of questions for you. Should I ask?"

"What kind of questions? Are they good or bad?"

"How do you define good and bad?"

"If hearing the questions would upset me, then they're bad. If they're

bad, I think it's better not to ask. After all, you're not here, and I'm

worried that if I get upset, you won't be able to comfort me. You might

even have to fly back from there, and it's not worth it."

Camille finished speaking and Ayan followed with a calm tone, "It's not

about you and me; I wanted to ask you about something else.”

Camille nodded gently. "Go ahead, ask your question.”

He said, "Has Preston contacted you these past couple of days?"

She hesitated for a moment, her expression freezing momentarily.

Then she said calmly, "Why this sudden interest?"

"Just tell me," he said, his gaze still gentle, devoid of any accusation or

other emotions.

Camille pursed her lips before replying, "No, these last two days were

the days you left Hance. However, he did contact me once after he

returned. We had a phone call, but our conversation wasn't pleasant,

so I didn't tell you."

Especially the topics Preston had brought up had made Camille

genuinely uncomfortable, so she hadn't mentioned them to Ayan,

fearing it would only make him angrier.

But now that Ayan had asked, she wouldn't hide it.

After Camille finished speaking, the atmosphere grew quiet. Ayan didn't

respond for quite some time, expressionless. Camille wasn't sure what

he was thinking, so she asked softly, “Why aren't you saying anything?"

Ayan slightly narrowed his eyes and gave a faint smile, his gaze lifting

to meet Camille's. He said, "I'm pondering a question.”

"What question?"

"What did Preston say to you?"

Camille raised an eyebrow and teased, “If you want to know, you

could've just asked me directly. Why all this pondering?"

Their eyes locked for a moment, and Ayan's eyes showed a hint of

amusement as he asked, "So, what did you talk about?"

"We discussed some trivial matters, nothing important.”

"What kind of trivial matters?"

"Don't ask anymore. It wasn't a pleasant conversation, do you really

want me to continue?" Camille sighed quietly and said, "Stop asking. I

don't want to talk about it."

Ayan didn't press further, but instead, he kept his gaze on Camille's

eyes, noting the faint frown on her face. His tone softened as he said,

“Let's drop this topic. After work tonight, go back with Sienna. Don't

walk alone, okay?"

Camille murmured, "I'm not a child. Are you really afraid I'll get lost?"

Ayan didn't deny it but simply responded, going along with her words,

“Yes, I am afraid you'll get lost. So, will you listen to me?"

"Fine!"

Camille agreed, and Ayan seemed satisfied. They chatted for a bit

more before ending the video call.

Afterward, Camille returned to the couch. Sienna was lying there, on

the verge of falling asleep. Camille reached out and gently touched

Sienna's hand. Sienna slowly opened her eyes and looked at her,

asking, "Finished chatting?"

"Yes," Camille replied.

"Do you and Mr. Simpson have to be so lovey-dovey like this? Video

calls during work? Are you trying to make me sick of love?" Sienna

shook her head and couldn't help but make fun of them, clicking her

tongue as she spoke. It was clear that she had been thoroughly

immersed in the romance between them.