Female Novel
Chapter 1151: Guilt
Chapter 1151: Guilt
Kian responded in a hushed tone, "It's not anything substantial. I found out that the gossip reporter left
his apartment the day Mrs. Simpson responded and hasn't returned since. As for the online
commenters who received replies, I checked their IP addresses, but the information has been deleted,
as if these people never existed."
Kian's voice carried a touch of concern. He continued, "Mr. Simpson, I suspect this matter might not be
that simple. I also privately asked Logan, and the police haven't made much progress in investigating
the person who made the phone call accusing you. I think it's because there's no information.
Otherwise, why hasn't the police contacted you yet?"
Ayan remained silent, his face as cold as ice, and his eyes revealed a profound sense of indifference.
After a long while, he spoke in a subdued tone, "I know someone. Go check on his recent situation."
Kian asked in a low voice, "Who do you mean?"
Ayan stated a name indifferently, and Kian promptly responded, "Alright, Mr. Simpson, I'll check right
away."
After ending the call, Ayan didn't rush upstairs. Instead, he sat on the couch, gazing expressionlessly
out the window. The sky had already darkened, and many unanswered questions had persisted for a
long time, yet there were still no clues. Had the other party hidden too well, or had he overlooked
something?
Ayan took a silent deep breath. His face became even colder and more composed. He sat like this for
quite some time before finally getting up and heading upstairs.
Camille had finished her shower and, upon seeing him enter, intentionally avoided his gaze, her eyes
practically saying, "I'm not guilty; there's no hidden agenda here."
Ayan, finding her reaction somewhat amusing, initially had no particular thoughts or intentions.
However, observing her demeanor, he couldn't resist teasing her a bit.
Approaching Camille, his gaze unwavering, Ayan's voice dropped to a husky tone, "Cami, the way
you're acting gives me the feeling you're hinting at something. Am I right?"
Camille was taken aback, her gaze instinctively meeting Ayan's. She immediately denied, "I'm not! I
really am not. Please don't talk nonsense. I'm just reminding you to rest after your shower. It's late, and
you have to get up early tomorrow, right? Don't misunderstand me, Mr. Simpson. Even though you
have the Simpson Group's professional legal team, I'm no pushover. If you continue with these
baseless remarks, I can sue you for defamation."
Having said her piece, Camille promptly stood up from the vanity she was sitting at. However, before
she could take a step, Ayan had already seized her.
Ayan didn't actually do anything to her; he simply held her gently, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Initially resistant, Camille gradually sensed that he might genuinely just want to embrace her.
Camille was momentarily surprised, then she lifted her hands to encircle the man's waist. She softly
inquired, "What's wrong? Are you feeling down?"
Speaking in hushed tones, Camille's expression was filled with concern.novelbin
Ayan remained silent, continuing to hold her without letting go, and the two of them stood there,
embracing each other in complete silence.
Ayan has always been very powerful, giving off a sense that he is invincible, both in his inner self and
outward appearance.
This strong and capable man, however, occasionally reveals his vulnerability in front of Camille. This
scene is only visible to Camille, proving her significance and importance in Ayan's heart.
After a long while, Camille softly spoke, "Ayan, is something bothering you? Is it work-related stress? If
work is exhausting you, take a break. The company won't fall apart without you. You can temporarily let
a professional team manage it. I don't want you to exhaust yourself. Think more about Timmy and me.
Grandpa needs your encouragement in the hospital, too. Your parents are the same, you know?"
Camille comforted him intimately, soothing him with gentle words.
Ayan didn't interrupt her with even half a word. He maintained silence, listening to her encouragement
until she finished speaking. Ayan then spoke in a calm tone, "So, you're worried about me?"
"Yes," Camille responded sincerely.
Seeing her earnest expression, Ayan found it adorable. His eyes were filled with indulgence as he
chuckled softly, "Thank you for your concern. I am indeed a bit tired, but I can't just abandon Simpson
Group. If I'm tired, all I need is a hug from you, and I won't be tired anymore, okay?"
"Is it really that effective?"
"Of course."
"Alright." Camille willingly nestled into Ayan's embrace once again. She said, "I'll give you a hug."
Ayan held her once more and whispered, "With you here, I'm never tired."
After indulging in each other for a while, Ayan went to take a shower. His phone was casually placed on
the nearby vanity. So, when a message came in, Camille, who was applying hand cream, naturally
noticed it.
She didn't have the habit of checking Ayan's phone. They maintained basic respect for each other,
though there might be moments of jealousy, they never harbored suspicions.
However, the content of this message contained words she recognized. That's why Camille kept her
gaze fixed on the phone screen.
The message was from Kian.
The content, however, made Camille frown deeply, and her expression became profoundly grim.
Camille remained in this state for a while until Ayan finished showering and came out. Seeing her
sitting there motionless and unresponsive, even without a glance or response upon hearing his voice,
Ayan gently spoke, "Cami?"
Camille remained unresponsive, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
Ayan walked over and lifted his hand, gently placing it on her shoulder. Only then did she react, lifting
her gaze to meet Ayan's.
Their eyes locked, and Camille's eyes revealed emotions clearly to Ayan.
He furrowed his brows slightly, asking in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Camille bit her lip lightly, the depth of her eyes growing heavier. Slowly, she spoke, "Kian sent a
message to you just now. I didn't mean to sneak a look, but the message appeared on the phone
screen, and I unintentionally saw the content."
Ayan, upon hearing this, showed no blame or any discernible emotion. His response was more of an
indifferent nature, a complete lack of concern.
He smiled faintly, lightening the atmosphere. He reached for the phone on the table, glanced at the
message content, and then calmly said, "Want to ask me about something? I had Kian look into it just
now, didn't expect results so soon."
"Is it really related to him?"
"At the moment, it seems that way."
Camille's brows furrowed even tighter. He asked, "Do you feel guilty or responsible for this in your
heart?" Camille remained silent, essentially confirming Ayan's assumption. He continued, "This is not
your fault. It's his personal actions, unrelated to any of us, understand?"