Female Novel
Chapter 1046: Getting Closer
Chapter 1046: Getting Closer
Uttering these words in front of the person he deeply loved made him feel awkward, and it stripped
away his dignity.
However, at this moment, he had no choice but to humble himself.
Because he was in dire straits at the moment, his money was effectively frozen, and his Swiss bank
account was still pending. His current life was something he found hard to put into words.
Camille didn't want to prolong the conversation, so she shifted her gaze away from him and said,
"Preston, I'll be heading up now."
It was more of a notification than a question.
Camille didn't seek Preston's input; she made it clear that she was leaving. However, seeing her intent
to leave, Preston swiftly reached out and grabbed Camille's wrist.
This physical contact and action instinctively prompted Camille to resist, but Preston's grip was strong,
and she couldn't break free.
Camille frowned, her face showing displeasure. The mask she had worn a moment ago crumbled at
this point. She looked at Preston and said coolly, "Is there anything else?"
Preston was focused on how to approach Camille, so he didn't pay much attention to her expression.
Softly, he asked, "Cami, can you do me a favor?"
Camille replied, "Can you release my hand first?"
Preston let go of her hand, and his deep eyes now showed signs of uncertainty. He didn't stare at her
as he had earlier but seemed evasive. Camille had guessed that he was going to say something
related to himself, and it wasn't going to be good news.
Camille found herself gaining more confidence as she considered the implications. After all, once she
had seen through someone's evasiveness and fear, she felt like she had the upper hand. With this in
mind, she looked at Preston, and in a mild tone, she asked, "What is it? Just say it directly. It's getting
late, and I still have work to deal with. Is that all right?"
Preston nodded faintly, agreeing.
His Adam's apple moved as he cleared his throat and gathered the courage to say, "I want to borrow
some money from you."
Borrow money?
Camille was shocked when Preston uttered those words, but she didn't show too much astonishment.
Instead, she immediately asked, "How much do you need?"
"About fifty thousand," Preston replied in a hushed voice.
Camille lightly bit her lip and said, "I'll transfer it to you directly."
"I'd prefer cash, if that's okay," he said.
Camille hesitated, looked into his eyes, trying to discern his thoughts. After a brief moment of
speculation, she responded in a low voice, "That's fine, but I'll have to give it to you after I've dealt with
my company's matters. I'll have someone deliver it to you, okay?"
Preston seemed a bit unwilling, but seeing Camille's genuine expression, he decided not to press the
matter. He simply nodded and said, "Alright, thank you, Cami."
"You're welcome," Camille replied softly.
In reality, her thoughts were quite simple. If Preston had found her and asked for money, it likely meant
he was facing difficulties. She couldn't just stand by and do nothing. As for the money, she had no
intention of asking for it back; she saw it as a way to repay him for his past kindness.
Camille thought this way, and Preston remained unaware of her internal thoughts. After saying
everything that needed to be said, Camille turned and left. Preston stood in place, watching her walk
into the company before turning away.
When Camille returned to the company, her expression was somewhat solemn due to Preston's words.
Sienna, who saw her, couldn't help but express her surprise, saying, "Didn't you say you wouldn't come
in this morning?"
Camille was momentarily puzzled, and then it dawned on her that Ayan had given her the day off.
Camille replied, "I figured I'd be bored sitting at home."
She exuded a sense of listlessness as she picked up her bag and walked into the office. Sienna
followed her and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on with you?"
Camille went to the sofa and sat down. She sighed silently and spoke in a warm, but somewhat sad
tone, "I just saw Preston downstairs."
Sienna furrowed her brows, and her expression became complex. She inquired, "What did he want
from you?"
"He asked to borrow some money."
"Borrow money?" Sienna was greatly surprised. She asked, "Why did he ask you for money?"
Camille wasn't entirely sure. Given her understanding of Preston, even if he had a falling out with the
Walker family, it didn't seem like he'd be struggling financially. However, since he had asked, Camille
had agreed, and she wouldn't go back on her word. She was just contemplating whether there was any
behavior that could be misconstrued.
Sienna calmly said, "So you agreed?"
Camille nodded. "Yes, I did."
Sienna then asked, "Have you discussed this with Mr. Simpson?"
Camille pursed her lips. Her expression remained somewhat heavy, and her voice carried a burden as
she said, "Of course, I'll talk to him."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have told Preston that someone would deliver the money to him in the
afternoon. However, how should she broach the subject with Ayan? That was the question.
Camille looked at Sienna and asked, "Do you think he'll get angry?"
Sienna replied, "I don't know if he'll be angry, but he should be informed. After all, you two are still
married, even though you're in the process of divorce. It's still a marital relationship, so you should
respect each other, right?"
"Of course!" Camille leaned on her hand and thought of another issue. She said, "I agreed to lend
money to Preston. Do you think it's inappropriate, like I'm getting things confused?"
Sienna reassured her, "It's not inappropriate. Everyone has their own choices, and only you understand
the relationship between you and Preston. It's just a matter of whether it's worth it or not."
"Right, you're absolutely right. As long as I have a clear conscience." After chatting with Sienna for a
while, Camille's mood improved.
Camille worked for a while because the design competition deadline was approaching, and they
needed to make their final preparations for the selection round. Although Sienna was the one
competing, she was nervous, so Camille was there to support her.
It was only at lunchtime that Yessica ordered food for Camille and Sienna. When the food arrived,
Camille didn't rush to eat. Instead, she asked Sienna to eat first. She then picked up her phone and
called Ayan.
Ayan had been busy all morning and was in meetings. It wasn't until lunchtime that he had a brief
moment of free time. Kian had brought his lunch to the office, and they were in the middle of a work
discussion when Ayan's phone rang.
He saw Camille's name on the screen and smiled warmly. With gentle tones in his voice, he answered,
"Are you up?"
His voice was exceptionally tender, and his expression exuded warmth and a hint of a smile. If any of
the company's employees saw this scene, they'd probably think their eyes were playing tricks on them.
After all, Ayan had always been someone to be admired from afar but not approached closely in front
of them.
Camille responded with a low, "Hmm," and added, "I'm already at the office."
Ayan inquired, "Why didn't you rest at home for a while?"
Camille knew she had to be cautious in how she spoke to him about lending money to Preston. It was a
delicate matter and could easily be misconstrued. So she replied carefully, "There's work to be done
here, and I didn't want to just sit at home doing nothing."
Ayan seemed to sense that there was more to her answer, but he didn't press further. He said, "As long
as you're okay, that's what matters."
"Of course, everything's fine. How about you? How's your day going?" Camille tried to change the
topic, not wanting to get into the specifics of her meeting with Preston just yet.
Ayan smiled and replied, "It's busy, but it's going well. How's your morning been at the office?"
They chatted for a while about their respective mornings, avoiding the topic of Preston and the loan.
Camille wanted to find the right moment to talk to Ayan about it and was hoping for the right
opportunity.
Sienna, listening in on the conversation, sensed that Camille wasn't ready to discuss the issue with
Ayan yet, so she didn't bring it up. Instead, she focused on her lunch, and Camille and Ayan continued
their light conversation.
"The competition is about to begin, so it's been a bit hectic," Camille replied, lightly pursing her lips.
After rearranging her words in her mind, she continued, "There's something I need to tell you."
Ayan responded, "Sure, what is it? You can tell me."
Camille spoke softly, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Preston met me this morning,
downstairs in the company."
She hesitated, as discussing Preston asking for money from her was not an easy conversation for her.
What Preston had done had caused trouble for Ayan, and she wasn't sure how to address the issue.
Plus, she had no idea about Preston's future intentions, which only added to her unease.
Ayan wasn't particularly surprised by her statement. After all, with the abundance of online news and
the divorce between Camille and Ayan making headlines, even if Preston wasn't in Hance City, he
would still be aware of it. Considering the deliberate trouble the Armstrong family had stirred up, it was
only natural for Preston to reach out to Camille at this point.
Ayan responded with a nonchalant "Hmm" and inquired, "What did he talk to you about? Is he
suggesting we should keep our distance since we're already divorced?"
Ayan let out a light laugh, his words tinged with a mocking tone.
Camille couldn't deny it. After all, it was a fact.novelbin
Ayan continued in an indifferent tone, "Why doesn't he have the courage to speak to me directly?"
Camille knew she had to tread carefully in discussing this matter with Ayan. She was hesitant and
nervous about bringing up the topic, especially considering the implications of Preston's actions. She
was still grappling with how to present the situation to Ayan without making it more complicated than it
already was.
She responded, "Ayan, I think he's just trying to avoid any confrontations. He didn't want to make things
more complicated for both of us."
Ayan's tone remained calm as he said, "I see."
They lapsed into a moment of silence, both aware of the unspoken issues surrounding Preston's
actions and the potential impact on their lives.
Camille decided to be more direct, and in a hushed voice, she said, "Ayan, he asked me for a loan."
The weight of her revelation hung in the air. It was an uncomfortable situation, but one they had to
address.