Female Novel
Chapter 1179: Stuck
Chapter 1179: Stuck
"Mhmm, you're right," Ayan nodded in agreement.
Their gazes locked onto each other, and in that moment, there was only each other in their eyes, no
one else.
Suddenly, a proud woman's voice came from a few meters away, "Mr. Simpson, what a coincidence! I
didn't expect to have such a fate with Mr. Simpson. Our Nores Group just collaborated with Mr.
Simpson, and now we meet here!"
Alicia wore a red V-neck dress that accentuated her sensual figure. She was well-suited for bold
makeup, and her fiery red lips made her incredibly enticing.
She had a great body and was dressed quite daringly, but in front of the composed Camille, she
seemed a bit overly flamboyant.
Camille had a simple and natural daily makeup, with light-colored lipstick. However, her well-defined
and beautiful features were enough to outshine many others even without any makeup.
Alicia had seen her photos a long time ago and thought she was pretty. Later, she encountered Camille
once in Ayan's office at Simpson Group, and on that occasion, she found Camille even more beautiful
than in the photos. That's why she dressed up specifically today, aiming to outshine Camille.
But at this moment, Camille sat there without any intention to compete. Instead, she just raised her
gaze and gave Alicia a cold, indifferent look, as if she were looking at someone completely
unimportant.
This made Alicia feel like she had thrown a heavy punch at a soft cushion, receiving no response. She
felt extremely displeased.
She pursed her lips and shifted her gaze back to Ayan. He didn't respond to her words, and naturally,
Camille wouldn't speak either, resulting in a very cold and silent atmosphere.
Alicia also realized Ayan's indifference and coldness towards her. Her expression showed a hint of
dissatisfaction, but she quickly returned to her usual demeanor and flashed a faint indifferent smile.
She said, "Mr. Simpson, my father entrusted this project to me, so I will be working with Simpson Group
from now on. I am very familiar with all the issues regarding this piece of land."
Camille still displayed no additional expression changes and continued eating her food without uttering
a word.
Ayan, on the other hand, showed a hint of displeasure. He glanced indifferently at Alicia and coldly
said, "Miss Nores, even if Simpson Group is collaborating with Nores Group on a project, this is my
private time, and I don't want to discuss any work-related matters. Can't you see that my Mrs. Simpson
and I are having a meal?"
Ayan's words were very direct, offering Alicia absolutely no face or respect.
Such directness instantly stiffened Alicia's face. She stood there blankly, and her eyes immediately
welled up with a reddish hue. She tightly pursed her lips and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Mr.
Simpson, I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a coincidence, so I came over to say hello. I didn't
intend to disturb you and your Mrs. Simpson's meal. If it has caused you any trouble, then I apologize!"
After Alicia finished speaking, she looked at Ayan once again, but he didn't react at all. He clearly
ignored her words.
Alicia couldn't stand it anymore, so she quickly bid farewell and turned to leave.
Alicia was somewhat displeased, especially with Camille's lack of response. It made her feel defeated.
She had always been a very proud person, and no one had ever treated her with such indifference.
She became more and more interested in Camille and wondered what kind of thing could provoke
Camille's emotions. After Alicia left, Camille still showed no attitude, and Ayan's gaze remained fixed
on her as if he could see through her.
After finishing half a bowl of rice, Camille leisurely raised her head to meet Ayan's gaze. She calmly
asked, "Why are you staring at me? The food is getting cold. Aren't you going to eat?"
"I was just enjoying watching you eat."
"The food tastes good, and it's a dish I like, so it's delicious!"
"So, you weren't affected at all?" His question sounded somewhat amusing, as if he felt a bit wronged.
Camille was also taken aback, then smiled and said, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you have anything to say about what just happened?"
"No." Camille shook her head. "It has nothing to do with me, so I don't know what to say. Besides,
weren't you talking about work? What else can I say?"
"So, you don't feel the slightest unhappiness about this person's appearance?"
"It's not a big deal. I don't want to feel unhappy because of someone who doesn't matter." Camille was
truly indifferent now, with hardly any emotions. However, seeing Ayan's expression, it seemed like he
was a bit unhappy. Camille smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you disappointed with my lack of
reaction? Ayan, do you want me to be jealous?"
Camille's lips curved into a faint smile, and her eyes, which seemed to speak, stared at him without
blinking.
He snorted lightly, his face full of displeasure. "But you're not angry, are you?"
"She's not an important person, so I don't think there's any need to be angry."
"What makes someone important?"
"At least, it should be like how you treated Eileen before, right?" Camille blurted out Eileen's name, and
Ayan's expression instantly froze. He had already explained this matter before, and coupled with what
Eileen had done, it was somewhat embarrassing for him. After all, he had intended to use Eileen but
didn't gain much practical benefit from it. So Ayan didn't want to mention that person.
As Camille observed the changes in Ayan's facial expression, she subconsciously pressed her lips
together. After taking a silent breath, she put on a serious expression, glared at Ayan, and pointed her
finger at him, saying, "Ayan, let me tell you, you better stay away from all other women. Otherwise, I
won't let you off easily. Find some time to attend a men's ethics class and learn your lesson. If you dare
to do anything, I won't spare you. I'll make Grandpa give you a good beating!!"
Camille's sudden change also caught Ayan off guard, and he seemed surprised by Camille's
unexpected transformation. His face was filled with astonishment.
They locked eyes for a moment, and when Camille saw no response from him, she called out his
name, "Ayan, why aren't you saying anything? Can't you do it? I knew you..."
"Alright, I can do it. I promise you," Ayan wore a satisfied smile on his face, filled with joy. He seemed
pleased with Camille's behavior, perhaps because it made him feel that Camille cared about him.
He probably couldn't even imagine how different he appeared now compared to before. No one would
associate the past him with the current him, right?
Alicia's presence brought Camille and Ayan closer, deepening their emotional connection and
interaction. After dinner, they held hands and left Darkmoor together.
They returned home in a good mood.
Ayan had some work to attend to, so after coming home, he went straight to his study without evennovelbin
changing his clothes.
Camille, on the other hand, went to take a shower, changed into comfortable home clothes, and then
lay on the soft leather sofa in the bedroom, looking at her phone.
It was at this moment that Preston's call came in.
Camille was engrossed in her phone, so she noticed Preston's incoming call display immediately. She
instinctively frowned, and her fingertips, which had been tapping the phone screen, froze.
She squinted her eyes subconsciously, gazing at the numbers displayed on her phone screen.
She remained silent for a few seconds, then sat up from the sofa and walked to the balcony. She gently
closed the balcony door and pressed the answer button.
She didn't speak first, and Preston's voice came through, "Cami, it's me."
Camille responded with a faint "Hmm," indicating that she understood.
Preston didn't probe into Camille's thoughts at the moment, but went straight to the point, asking,
"Cami, do you know about Ayan's collaboration with Horace?"