Female Novel
Chapter 1205: Deception
Chapter 1205: Deception
Camille nodded gently, her expression becoming heavy. She said, "If they let him go to the orphanage,
then their relationship must be extraordinary."
"Yeah, that's what I think too," Ayan nodded in agreement, appearing like an obedient child. Camille
sensed a hint of intentional playfulness in his demeanor and reached out to pinch his waist, followed by
a soft hum.
Ayan lightly held her hand and spoke in a deep voice, "Do you have a tiny bit of belief in the things
Preston told you? Do you think I'm really the person he described?"
"What do you think?" Camille asked, staring at him.
He seemed to ponder for a moment, then said lightly, "Of course, I believe you won't."
"Then I won't," Camille replied.
"Really?" Ayan's eyes brightened with surprise. He didn't expect Camille to be so decisive.
Camille smiled and said, "Of course it's true, Mr. Simpson. What's wrong with you? Why have you
become so lacking in confidence?"
Ayan feigned helplessness and said, "It's all because I care too much, so I feel insecure. Madam Qi,
when will you give me a proper status? I just went to the hospital to chat with Grandfather for a while,
and now he only has eyes for you as his granddaughter-in-law. As for me, his grandson, I'm completely
dispensable."
Every time Ayan talked about Grandfather, he would always wear a jealous and indignant expression.
But that kind of jealousy was just a joke, not real. After all, he couldn't be jealous of her. Grandfather
liked her, and he was probably happier about it than anyone else.
So Camille understood that Ayan was just joking when he said those things. Naturally, she played
along and said, "Grandfather treats me well and loves me, so he will only treat you well if you treat me
well. If you treat me badly, I guess Grandfather will throw away his precious grandson and keep me as
his granddaughter-in-law."
After Camille finished speaking, Ayan fell silent and just smiled at her.
His gaze became deeper and more ambiguous, which made Camille increasingly uncomfortable. Her
body instinctively moved away to the side, and her eyes dodged, trying to change the subject. She
said, "The food is ready. Let's go eat first."
After saying that, Camille wanted to get up and leave, but Ayan firmly held her back, his voice low as
he said, "What are you running for? I'm not going to do anything. Why are you blushing? Huh? What
are you thinking?"
Camille frowned, finding this person really wicked.
Camille decided to ignore him and wore a straight face, but Ayan clearly had no intention of giving up
until he was satisfied.
Their gazes locked in a standoff, but Camille remained silent.
In the end, it was Ayan who gave in. He said, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Otherwise, if
Grandfather finds out that I didn't feed his granddaughter-in-law, he'll probably give me a hard time."
Listening to Ayan's words, Camille instinctively furrowed her brows and let out a soft hum, "I haven't
agreed to remarry you, so for now, I'm at most Grandfather's granddaughter, and you're just the
grandson he picked up."
"But you said it just now. Why are you changing your mind now? That's not being honest. Aren't you
bullying me?" Ayan complained.
"I didn't say anything just now," Camille refused to admit it. After all, it was embarrassing. How could
she be so quick with her words? That would mean admitting that they still had a husband and wifenovelbin
relationship.
Hmph, she wouldn't let him have his way so easily.
But Camille didn't think she was being fake, because she was enjoying the present moment. Even
without that piece of paper, their relationship was stable. On the contrary, when they had that piece of
paper, they were constantly on the verge of divorce.
After all, back then, it was only because she unilaterally liked Ayan, and Ayan only had feelings for her
because of Grandfather's arrangement. Besides that, there were no other emotions between them. So
Camille didn't think there was any problem with their current interaction. Moreover, Ayan didn't mind,
and the Simpson family didn't mind either, so it didn't matter whether others minded or thought she was
pretending.
The two of them chatted in the living room for a long time until the housekeeper reminded them that the
food was ready. They then went to the dining room together.
Camille asked the housekeeper to bring some fruit tea and poured a cup for Ayan. She said, "Try it, I
made it myself. I know you don't like it too sweet, so I used jasmine tea as the base. It tastes refreshing
and just right."
Camille stared at Ayan expectantly as he took the half-filled cup of fruit tea and brought it to his lips.
The icy sensation immediately entered his mouth, and the fragrance of the fruit and a hint of sweetness
enveloped his taste buds. In the end, there was a lingering scent of jasmine tea.
Ayan earnestly savored it and didn't give Camille a quick answer. It was only when Camille asked,
"How does it taste?" that he took another sip. Then a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows, and
he said, "It's delicious, just the taste I like."
"Really?"
"Of course." He stared at Camille intently, signaling her to look into his serious eyes. He wasn't lying.
Camille finally showed a happy smile.
The two of them continued eating in a relatively quiet atmosphere at the dining table. Although they
didn't talk much, their eyes interacted.
The atmosphere didn't feel boring; instead, it had a unique flavor.
After dinner, they followed their usual routine and went for a walk together.
Camille first brought fruit tea to Sienna before continuing the walk hand in hand with Ayan.
During the walk, Ayan received a call from Kian.
On the phone, Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, Preston has come out of the orphanage. He didn't drive his
own car, probably to avoid being noticed by the people following him. He's driving a low-profile Wuling
Hongguang."
Ayan asked expressionlessly, "Where is he going?"
"We don't know yet. I'm already tailing him."
"He's suspicious. Remember to change cars for surveillance. Don't let the fish slip away again," Ayan
reminded in a calm voice.
Kian quickly acknowledged his instructions.
After hanging up the phone, Ayan's eyes were still filled with speculation. What did Preston want to do?
His face became serious and grave, and Camille noticed it. She asked gently, "Ayan, what are you
thinking?"
Ayan's face was grim, and the coldness in his eyes was evident. He didn't immediately answer
Camille's question. After sighing heavily, he finally spoke, "I'm thinking about where Preston could go."
"Are you worried that he might go crazy and do something?" Camille asked.
"He probably doesn't have a place to go wild right now. I'm just worried that he might visit the police
station to see Eileen. However, Eileen hasn't reached the stage of visitation yet, so if he wants to see
Eileen, he'll probably find a lawyer to bail her out."
"After what Eileen said about him to the police today, if he really finds Eileen, she probably won't have
a good time, right?" Camille continued the conversation, and at this moment, their gazes met. Camille
asked each word, "Ayan, are you worried about Eileen?"