Chapter 962: Cool Breeze

Chapter 962: Cool Breeze

"We..."

"Oh, I get it. You're still in the "getting to know each other’ stage!" Ayan

interrupted Kian, speaking slowly. "So, you're still single, and you don't

understand the feeling of having a family, someone at home missing

you. That's why I want to go back early; my wife misses me."

Kian's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned. He began to

doubt if this was really Ayan.

Could someone be controlling him?

Kian was left speechless for a while and couldn't find words. Ayan, on

the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all and continued speaking as if

nothing was amiss. "Hurry back, take care of your matters, and I want

to return to Hance City soon. You're not getting any younger, and you

should get to know Yessica better. So, seize this opportunity with the

girl Mrs. Simpson introduced you to. You can't go wrong with her, don't

miss this chance. You'll realize the benefits of marriage once you're

married. Wherever you go, someone cares for you, and that feeling is

truly wonderful."

Kian was shocked and didn't know what to say. It was almost as if Ayan

was hinting at something. "Are you saying...?"

Ayan didn't give him a chance to continue; he simply hung up.

Kian sighed in frustration; Ayan's teasing almost drove him crazy. He

thought about how someone had professed her feelings for him and

was now acting like this. Shouldn't they want to know how he's doing,

or at least show some concern?

Although Kian and Yessica hadn't officially become a couple, they had

frequent contact. Most of the messages were from Yessica, as Kian

was a slow mover in matters of love. He hadn't been in a relationship

before and was unsure how to act. When Camille introduced Yessica,

he had accepted out of politeness, intending to clarify his intentions

later with Yessica.

Yessica was a lively and outgoing girl, and she had shown interest in

him but hadn't openly confirmed their relationship. It was more of a "I

like you, but I won't force you to be with me. Even if we do get together,

I want you to confess to me" kind of situation.

So, their relationship had remained in this state until now, with Kian

getting used to Yessica's presence. Suddenly, without any warning or

explanation, Yessica had gone silent. Adding to his confusion was

Ayan's unusual phone call, which left him feeling even more unsettled.

Kian maintained his silence for a while, a smile playing on his lips. Then

he decided to message Yessica, "I've been busy with something for the

past couple of days. Once I'm done, can we meet in person? I have

something to discuss with you."

Yessica promptly read the message and replied, "Sure, can you pick

me up? Is that okay?"

"Okay," Kian responded. Suddenly, he felt a spark of anticipation he

hadn't expected.

That night seemed peaceful, but in both Hance and Fola, there was an

underlying sense of approaching storm.

As the night passed, the following morning's sunlight was still radiant.

Ayan and Kian had gotten up early, around six in the morning, and

joined the secretary and other staff to head to Fola. Ayan was busy all

day, with no time to spare.

He had managed to send a message to Camille during lunch, but she

hadn't replied. Ayan figured she might be busy. However, as the day

went on and there was still no response from Camille, he started to

worry. Perhaps last night's incident had embarrassed her?

Such thoughts crossed his mind but didn't linger. Instead, he decided to

call Camille. However, she didn't answer.

Ayan felt a growing sense of unease. Camille's lack of response was

unusual. She had been enthusiastic the previous day, so why was she

silent now? He tried calling her again, but there was no answer.

Growing increasingly worried, Ayan dialed the number to the residence.

The housekeeper answered, and Ayan asked, his voice tinged with

urgency, "Is Mrs. Simpson at home?"

The housekeeper replied, "Mrs. Simpson hasn't returned yet. She's out

having dinner with Mrs. Ward. Do you want to speak to Timmy?"

"No, it's fine. Please ask Mrs. Simpson to call me when she returns.”

Despite knowing Camille's schedule, Ayan's expression remained

unchanged, and a faint aura of indifference lingered on his

countenance. Kian, who was by his side, noticed and quietly inquired,

"Mr. Simpson, is there something wrong?"

Ayan's face darkened, and his deep eyes remained devoid of any extra

emotion. He simply said, "Nothing, let's go back to the hotel first.”

Kian nodded subtly.

Upon returning to the hotel's entrance, Ayan instructed Kian to join the

secretary and others in visiting the injured villager at the hospital. Their

flight to Hance was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and the

subsequent matters were no longer of great concern to him.

Kian acknowledged with a nod before heading to the hospital. Ayan, on

the other hand, returned to his hotel room. It was already past 8 PM,

yet there was still no word from Camille.

This heightened sense of unease gnawed at him. The woman who had

expressed her longing for him just yesterday had suddenly gone silent

today. She wasn't responding to messages or calls. It all seemed rather

inexplicable.

Ayan resisted the urge to call Camille again and disrupt her outing with

Sienna. Instead, he patiently waited until well past 10 PM before dialing

her number once more.

This time, Camille picked up after a few rings.

However, instead of speaking right away, Camille waited in silence for

Ayan's voice. Ayan, too, chose to stay silent.

After nearly half a minute of silence, Camille finally spoke, her tone

cold, "You called me. Why aren't you saying anything?"

Ayan could sense the chill in Camille's voice. His face turned serious,

and his deep eyes showed concern. His voice, a bit hoarse, finally

broke the silence, "What's wrong?"

Camille replied in a casual tone, "It's nothing, really."

His voice held a hint of amusement, but his handsome face remained

devoid of any discernible smile. There was no trace of extra emotion on

his features. He remarked, "You call this “nothing? Did what I said

bother you, or is something else on your mind?"

Camille was seated on the balcony of her bedroom. It was late at night,

and a cool breeze wafted through, but she felt no chill. Her face

remained expressionless, and her gaze was unfocused. She had one

hand on her lips and was lost in thought.

She replied calmly, “Nothing's wrong."

Ayan's voice carried a hint of firmness, “Camille.”

Camille continued with her cold tone, “Is everything settled on your

end?"

"Yes, everything went smoothly.”

"Good." Camille's tone was still emotionless. "Then we'll talk when you

come back."

"Cami." Ayan's voice was firmer, with a hint of concern. "Why can't you

just tell me what's going on? Didn't we agree not to ignore each other?"