Female Novel
Chapter 209 Premeditation
Camille and Preston both froze and raised their eyes towards the doorway, only to see Ayan standing
there pensively, a handsome face drenched in coldness and a shadowy haze between his brows.
His face cold, without the slightest temperature, words are even cold as ice said: "Mr. Walker is really
concerned about my wife, although you are friends, but only friends, even if you know each other
earlier than me and Camille, but she has now become my wife, so some words, also not you can say. "
"Is Mr. Walker going to go against the moral boundaries to instigate other couples' relationships?"
He spoke softly, and his words were clear to hear.
He was more than warning Preston that he, Preston, was nothing, even if a friend, but not in a position
to meddle in their relationship as a couple, much less to provoke.
Mr. Simpson, although I am only Cami's friend, I am also a friend for her good, I will not do anything to
make her sad, on the contrary, Mr. Simpson, since you don't love Cami, why don't you let her go? Is it
because she is pregnant with your child, so you treat her as a tool to give birth to a child?"
Preston poked the topic directly, Camille was suddenly stunned and subconsciously looked at Ayan.
She then whispered, "Preston, that's enough, don't say anymore, if there's nothing else, you can go out
first!"
"Cami, since the words have already been said, what if we let Mr. Simpson answer? No matter what
the result is, at least it will make your heart clear about Mr. Simpson's attitude towards your marriage."
Preston's attitude was insistent, and he clearly had to get Ayan to answer before he would stop.
"Mr. Walker is really nosy, do you want to know how our relationship is as a couple? Or do you want to
tell my wife that you have impure intentions towards her?"
"I don't think Mr. Simpson cares what my purpose is, right? What matters now is how Mr. Simpson is
going to answer my question, Mr. Simpson, don't you think?"
Ayan coldly shouted: "Your problem? Who are you to me? Why should I answer your questions? And
why should I give you an answer to let you know how our relationship is, Mr. Walker is so eager for my
answer with ulterior motives or premeditated?"
The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere gradually froze.
Preston just smiled lightly: "Mr. Simpson said I had ulterior motives? How do I have ulterior motives?"
Camille stared blankly and tried to interrupt the two: "Enough, can you stop talking? If there's nothing
else you guys can go out, I'm going to start working."
She didn't want to hear any further.
Whether it was Ayan or Preston, all their words bored her to tears.
Preston seems to be helping her, but in reality she doesn't need it, and he doesn't know that such a
state of affairs will only embarrass her.
Camille narrowed her lips slightly, her eyes sweeping faintly at the two men, but they had no intention
of stopping.
Ayan face is wrapped in coldness, his voice is also cold and cool: "You miss my wife is not a day or
two, if she has a little feeling for you also can not be my turn to marry her, since you did not get
together in the past, it is also impossible to get together now, as for the future is even more impossible,
so Mr. Walker is not heard of the four words to know the difficulty and retreat Mr. Walker has never
heard of the words "back off"?
"Knowing what's wrong? All I know is that Cami is aggrieved and will not be happy married to someone
who doesn't love her. As a friend or a suitor, I don't want her to continue such a marriage, I just want
her to choose her own happiness, is that wrong?"
"Of course you are not wrong, but you should not have encouraged my wife to divorce me, Mr. Walker
does not know how important a person's reputation and moral character is? If a person does not care
about his moral character, then he has no limits, and he will not be respected in any profession!"
Ayan ghostly cold laugh, words between the deterrent and reminders, that are appalling warnings andnovelbin
knocks!
Preston's heart shook, he opened his mouth to continue to say something else, Camille's voice once
again sounded.
"Have you said enough? If you've said enough, get out!"
Her emotions were somewhat agitated, and her words were tinged with coldness and discontent.
Probably because she was worried that it would fall on deaf ears again like it did just now, she just
picked up the folder on her desk and smashed it out with a "ping" sound.
The atmosphere in the office fell silent.
The three men looked at each other with blank stares, followed by Camille's cold voice: "Is there
anything else to say? If not, you can go now, I have to work."
Preston wrinkled his brow, his eyes looking at Camille to say something, but finally did not say anything
else.
Preston was the first to walk toward the door, and Ayan standing in the doorway, eye to eye, neither of
them backed off, and it was Preston who moved away first.
Preston went back to his office, and Camille was left alone with Ayan.
She dropped her eyes without giving Ayan a second glance, her gaze fixed on the drawing in front of
her but unable to read it.
Ayan is also gloomy face, deep black eyes with indifference, he lifted his feet and walked in, stood
directly in front of the desk, looked at her condescendingly and said, "These two days intentionally
avoid me is because Preston expressed his feelings to you again so want to keep a distance from
me?"
She looked up at him, her eyes faint: "If I am such a person in your eyes, then you won't believe me no
matter what I say, so let's say it is!"
"What do you mean then?"
Ayan narrowed his eyes, and his face was very extremely unpleasant.
Camille looked over at him, "And how would you like me to answer that?"
"It's not how I want you to answer, I just want a truth."
Camille pursed her lips and fell silent.
The man's low voice then rang out, "Camille, what's wrong with you?"
He carefully thought about it, these days there is no conflict and argument occurred, recently because
the Armstrong family, there is no problem between them.
Camille lowered her eyes, she couldn't ask Ayan directly what his relationship with Eileen was like now.
So she just responded lightly, "No how."
"You still call it not what you are now?"
"I've just been so busy with the competition lately, and I'm going to put all my focus on the competition
stuff, and I hope you can understand that."
"Heh, Camille, one race makes you look like a different person? Do you think I'll believe you when you
say that?"
"I can't help it if you don't believe me."
She was cold, with a look of indifferent disinterest.
The atmosphere gradually turned sour, both were stubborn and neither refused to take a step back.
Each other are calm for nearly half a minute, Ayan only narrowed his eyes, lightly spoke: "If because of
a competition to affect your mood, then this competition is not necessary to participate, why not while it
has not started to withdraw!"
Camille looked at him incredulously, "Ayan, what do you mean by that? That I should withdraw from the
architect competition?"