Female NovelChapter 1538: Waiting in Silence
Now it was Ayan's turn to be silent.
Because in the palm of his hand, he could clearly feel her heartbeat, something that no one else could replace.
The softness in his palm made his throat churn, and his deep eyes grew even darker.
Narrowing his gaze, he watched as Camille's eyes gradually took on a layer of the distinctive depth of a man. He reached out and clasped her hand, his voice hoarse and gentle, "I can feel it."
His gaze was too direct, as if a wild beast in the forest had spotted a delicious prey, and this made Camille suddenly realize something. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and her ears burned even hotter. She lowered her eyes, no longer wanting to look at Ayan, and subconsciously tried to pull her hand back from his grasp.
Every one of her actions was observed by Ayan, and seeing her embarrassment, he smiled lightly. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, asking softly, "Are you shy?"
Camille remained silent, only pursing her lips, giving off an air of not wanting to be bothered, not wanting to say anything at all.
Ayan laughed, and Camille, feeling both embarrassed and angry, raised her hand and directly pounded on the man's shoulder. "That's enough, okay?!"
Full of threat, Ayan quickly responded, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything anymore."
Though he stopped speaking, he continued to smile. Camille couldn't stand it anymore and sat up straight from his embrace, glaring at him with a hint of anger. "Are you still laughing at me, Ayan?" Ayan looked at her, his expression unchanged. "No, really, I'm not laughing anymore."
Camille snorted coldly. "I'm ignoring you."
After saying that, Ayan let go of her hand and prepared to go upstairs.
But Ayan naturally refused to let go. He held her hand and led her upstairs, his voice full of tenderness. "I'm really not laughing. I'm happy."
He was happy because she didn't want to try on wedding dresses for reasons related to her ex-boyfriend or anyone else, but for him. She didn't want to distract him from his work and cause trouble for Simpson Group and the Simpson family.
The two of them walked hand in hand back to the bedroom. Just as they entered the room, Camille was pressed against the wall, and the man's lips came crashing down.
Camille raised her hands and climbed onto his neck, enjoying this moment of pleasure.
That night, Camille climaxed twice. She didn't want to move anymore, and Ayan took care of the rest. She fell asleep with her head on the pillow.
Camille had a dream, a dream about her wedding with Ayan. Timmy acted as their flower boy, and the wedding scene was grand, of course.
Everything went smoothly, and the scene was incredibly happy and beautiful. But just as they finished their vows and were about to take a group photo with ever one, Kian hurriedly approached Ayan and Camille from the entrance, his voice filled with urgency. "Mr. Simpson, something happened to Simpson Group."
Before Kian could finish, Camille woke up from her dream.
She instinctively looked beside her, but Ayan was not there.
She picked up her phone and glanced at it. It was already half past six in the morning.
Camille put down her phone, her mind still in the state of her dream. She thought about that dream and what Kian had said at the end. She became restless and uneasy.
She tightly pursed her lips, her expression extremely serious. She sat there, motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom door was opened from the outside.
The person who entered was Ayan. He gazed at the person on the bed, her expression vacant, lost in her thoughts.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and approached the bed, but Camille didn't make any movements throughout the process.
He sat down by the bedside and gently grasped Camille's shoulder, his voice very gentle as he asked, "What are you thinking?"novelbin
Camille finally snapped out of it and looked at Ayan beside her, lifting her hand to hug him directly.
Her initiative left Ayan momentarily stunned, and he asked with some concern, "What's wrong?"
Her reaction was too unusual, and Ayan couldn't help but think more.
Camille shook her head gently, but she held onto the man and refused to let go.
She couldn't imagine what she would do if the dream was real. What would they do?
How would the Simpson family and the Simpson Group change?
Camille didn't dare to continue thinking, as the more she thought, the more she couldn't face the consequences. Camille could only hold onto Ayan to comfort herself.
Camille held onto Ayan tightly, refusing to say what was wrong. Ayan stopped asking and let her embrace him.
They stayed like that for five or six minutes before Camille finally let go. She sat up straight and looked at Ayan, asking, "Are you going to the office?"
Her hand lightly smoothed the wrinkles that were tightly held by her earlier. Ayan didn't mind them and took her hand, his pitch-black eyes gazing at her. "Still not planning to tell me?"
Camille replied, "There's nothing wrong. I just had a dream and I'm a little scared. It's your fault for not getting up with me."
Camille started to deliberately act unreasonably, but Ayan laughed.
He said, "So it's my fault then?"
"Otherwise? If you were the first thing I saw when I woke up, of course, I'd be in a good mood now."
"Okay, it's my fault. So can you give me a chance to make it up to you? Starting tomorrow, I'll wait for you to get up before I do, okay?" Ayan comforted in a soft voice, his
promise to Camille would naturally be fulfilled.
But Camille didn't really think that way, she just simply didn't want him to ask about her dream.
Camille coquettishly said, "You don't have to wait for me every day when you have something to do at the office. Just wait on regular days."
"Okay." Ayan chuckled softly, raised his hand and gently touched her cheek, then he uncovered the blanket for her and said, "Get up first, hmm?"
He personally fetched clothes for Camille and helped her put on her shoes, holding her hand as they went to wash their faces and brush their teeth together.
He even squeezed the toothpaste
for her, his attentive companionship making Camille feel much better. She also realized clearly that dreams were just dreams and not reality. Everything in the dream was the opposite of reality.
After having breakfast with Camille, Ayan went to the company.
Today, he had to personally visit the police station to inquire about the progress of the SynergyCon project incident as the president of Simpson Group.
Instead of going to the office, he had Kian drive him directly to the police station.
There were already pre-arranged media waiting there. This was to let those who wanted to see Simpson Group's jokes see how Simpson Group would handle this matter.
Ayan's visit to the police station
immediately became a hot topic, and those netizens who had been discussing Simpson Group's cold handling of the matter were once again proven wrong. No news didn't mean ignoring it.
Camille also saw it, but she was at home.
She didn't plan to go to the office today. She wanted to go to the hospital to see the old Simpson.
The old Simpson's recent health was good, so she could spend more time with him, take a walk, talk, and accompany him as much as possible. With old age, one never knew what tomorrow would bring.