Female Novel
Chapter 1057: Hatred
Chapter 1057: Hatred
Camille didn't respond much, her face tensed.
Sienna followed up, "Cami, what if, I mean, what if Ayan knows but didn't tell you? Would you be mad?"
Camille replied firmly, "No. This whole thing has nothing to do with me, and I don't care. So, even if
Ayan knows and doesn't tell me, I wouldn't have any feelings about it. I can't let this come between us."
She was speaking to Sienna, but it was also as if she was convincing herself that even if Ayan truly
knew and didn't tell her, she couldn't have any emotions about it and certainly shouldn't argue with
Ayan because of it.
However, Page's words kept echoing in Camille's mind, casting an inexplicable shadow over her mood.
She remained tight-lipped, her expression growing stiffer.
Camille and Sienna didn't stay in the restaurant for long and left for Franklin Bay together.
On the way back, Camille initiated a conversation, "What do you think, should I tell Ayan about today?"
Sienna replied, "It's not a big deal. If you want to know the truth about this, telling him will help him
investigate. That way, you won't have to let your mind wander. Although you say it doesn't matter to
you, I know that you're probably a little worried deep down. Even though you're not close to them,
you've never wanted them to have a tough time."
Sienna saw right through Camille's thoughts. Camille didn't deny or rush to explain. Because, deep
down, she did feel that way.
She admitted, "Even if I don't say anything, he probably knows by now who I met and had dinner with.
He might even know how many grains of rice I ate."
Ayan had always arranged for someone to protect her. While previously, someone would discreetly
follow her when she went out, after the parking garage incident, Ayan grew even more concerned.
Therefore, he had someone accompanying Camille all the time, without disrupting her social life and
personal space.
Sienna glanced around, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Where are your people?"
Camille couldn't help but find Sienna's reaction amusing. She warned, "You better act normal.
Otherwise, you might get mistaken for having ulterior motives towards me, and they'll pull you in for
questioning. They might even force you to stop your car."
"Mrs. Simpson, don't say that. Aren't we best friends? You can't let your bodyguards do something
cruel to me. I just haven't seen any bodyguards, so I wanted to take a look."
Camille smirked, "Alright, you haven't seen any? I'll have Rex hire a few for you."
Sienna hastily apologized, "I was wrong; I really was. Please, don't. This guy can be just as crazy as
Ayan. These two are like peas in a pod."
Of course, she didn't dare to say that Ayan had a high profile, or else Camille might strangle her. Haha.
After a while, they arrived back at Franklin Bay.
The car stopped in front of Camille's mansion. Sienna glanced at Camille through the window and
asked, "Do you want me to walk you in?"
Camille replied, "No, thanks!"
"Don't mention it. I was just worried that if the people protecting you found out I didn't accompany you
to Mr. Simpson's, Mr. Simpson might think less of me and stop offering me benefits."
Camille let out a cold hum, slammed the door shut, and walked straight into the villa. Sienna followed
suit, sharing a laugh before leaving.
As Camille entered the yard, she spotted Ayan's car. It was barely seven o'clock, so he was back from
his engagements rather early. She thought to herself and continued inside.
When she reached the entrance, she heard Ayan's voice. He was saying, "Alright, I'll let you know once
I've finalized the schedule."
She didn't catch the other side of the conversation, but Ayan responded with a couple more 'yeah's
before ending the call.
He put his phone down, and his gaze fell on Camille as she entered the living room. His eyes softened,
and his voice was low and husky as he asked, "You're back. Why was it so quiet?"
Camille replied coolly, "You were too engrossed with your phone call, you didn't even notice my
presence."
She walked over to sit beside Ayan, and he reached out to give her shoulders a gentle squeeze, his
tone teasing. "It was Sophia on the phone. The Dane City project has entered the mid-phase, and
they're planning an investment event. She wants me to attend."
"Ah," Camille said, nonchalantly.
Ayan peered at her. "Just an 'ah'?"
"What else should I say?" Camille arched an eyebrow, looking into his eyes. "After all, it's your job.
What input can I give?"
"Of course, tell me if you want me to go or not."
"What if I say I don't want you to go?"
"Then, of course, I won't."
He wasn't just saying it.
Camille quickly added, "You should still go. If Sophia called you, she probably really needs your
presence."
After all, Sophia was a friend, and Camille got along with her. So she should help where she could.
When Camille said this, it was just a casual remark.
This was Ayan's job, and he couldn't decide based on her casual comment.
Camille was worried that Ayan would really take her words to heart, so she emphasized, "I just said it
without thinking. You shouldn't follow my words; you should make your own decision."
Seeing Camille's anxious expression, Ayan couldn't resist teasing her.
He said, "But I've already taken your words to heart. After all, a married man should do what his wife
says, right?"
"We're divorced now, so you don't have to follow the rules of a married man."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
Camille was completely unaware of his displeasure until he reached out and lightly lifted her chin, his
eyes narrowing into a cold, straight line. His voice sounded detached as he said, "You don't seem to
care about my feelings at all. You just casually mention our divorce, right?"
His words were dripping with a strong sense of threat.
Camille's face stiffened momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure and offered a faint smile.
"I didn't mean that. I'm just a bit worried, afraid you won't go. If that happens, Sophia would despise
me."
"Are you so concerned about what others think? Don't you care about my feelings at all?"
"Of course, I do."
"You do?" Ayan huffed lightly, looking at Camille with a displeased expression. He accused, "I can seenovelbin
that this is exactly how you are."
Camille hurried to appease him, reaching out to gently link her arm with his, her voice exceptionally
tender. "Please don't be angry. I apologize; I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted that way, alright?"
Camille's proactive apology prevented Ayan from delving further. He simply asked, "Who are you
having dinner with tonight?"
Upon hearing this question, Camille's smile vanished, and she let out a silent sigh. Her voice carried a
hint of desolation as she replied, "I'm having dinner with the Armstrong family."
"The Armstrong family? They invited you?"
"Yes, but only my mother. She came to the office during the day and even brought afternoon tea. She
claimed it was to apologize to me, but I don't believe it. I think she's trying to gain my sympathy so that
I'll agree to her requests. So, I agreed to have dinner with her with the intention of turning down
whatever she asks. But, you know what she told me?"
Camille furrowed her brow, her expression incredulous, which prompted Ayan to ask, "What did she tell
you?"
Camille didn't immediately answer. Instead, she asked the question that had been bothering her,
"Regarding the Armstrong family's matters, how much do you know? Are there things I'm not aware of?
Do you know anything?"
Ayan furrowed his brow slightly and inquired, "What things you're not aware of? Are you talking about
Armstrong Corp or the Armstrong family?"
"The Armstrong family. Is there something you know that you haven't had the chance to tell me about?"
Camille asked.