Female Novel
Chapter 229 Smooth Going
Camille instructed Yessica not to tell the other two guys, not for she suspected them but for the more
people who knew, the worse.
When Camille explained the situation to Kian, he contacted the game supervisor at once. A few
minutes later, the man turned on the monitor on the spot to Camille to check.
The final suspect was the staff who sent them fruit. However, according to the on-site investigation, the
man was not the member working at the scene of the game. In fact, he was someone impersonated
deliberately.
Because he wore a hat and put the back to the monitor, there was no way to find out who it was.
Camille knew she had to accept the bad luck.
The manager replaced her with a new room immediately. Camille wanted to be alone for a while.
Sienna wanted to stay with her, “Camille, shall I be with you?”
“You can go to the rest room next door. I’m fine. I just want to be quiet.”
She refused her. Sienna just gave her a worried look before following Yessica to the new longue.
The other two guys also knew about this. The atmosphere was gloomy.
Yessica felt guilty, “It’s my fault. I’m to blame.”
Sienna didn’t know much about Yessica. But she knew that Camille would have trusted her, otherwise
she wouldn’t tell her the password. She comforted, “It is a premeditated accident. Even if you stare at
the computer, they will find other ways.”
"But...”
“The most upset one now must be Miss. Armstrong. She has spent so much time and effort on the
competition that even suspended almost all her work. Besides, she was pregnant. You should keep
calm and cooperate with her next decision.”
The three looked at each other, then nodded at Sienna in understanding.
The competition was about to begin. But Camille’s work was cleared. Though it existed in her mind, it
was impractical to draw it at present.
She thought carefully and calmly. If she couldn’t draw, could she present it in another way?
At the moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.
The tall man was standing erectly in the doorway. Camille heard the sound and looked over
subconsciously. They made an eye contact. Camille could tell that his eyes showed a trace of anxiety.
He must have rushed over; in that he was breathing raggedly.
Camille said unexpectedly, “Ayan, why are you here?”
Her voice was soft and low and her delicate face looked pale, with a helpless look in her eyes.
Ayan stared at her. He came into the room and closed the door behind him, then went to sit next to
Camille.
He didn’t say anything, but pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently.
Camille’s nose was a little sour due to his action. She was just a little irritable actually. Other than that,
her mood was fine.
But Ayan’s behavior made her emotions beyond description completely. There was a trace of warmth
that made her heart wrapped.
Ayan said in a low voice, “It’s OK. I’ll deal with everything. I’ve asked Kian to spare no effort to find out
who the fake worker is. What’s more, I’ve got a computer expert for you to fix your laptop. It won’t delay
your game, don’t be in any fear or hurry.”
Camille nodded and murmured, “Wouldn’t it be inconvenient for you to come here now?”
“You are still worried about if I am convenient? It seems that you are really all right.” Ayan laughed.
Camille just sighed and said, “Things have already happened, even if we are worried, there is nothing
to make up for. I just felt a bit awkward in that the three colleagues have worked so hard with me for so
long time. It’s not worth our endeavor if there is no any return. If we fail the game, I’ll surrender. But
now we even can’t enter the contest, I sincerely feel a bit sorry.”
Ayan was a bit unexpected to her sanity. He pushed off all his work and rushed over after learning the
incident. He was worried that she would be very depressed, but she took it pretty well.
Ayan pinched her cheek and said, “I’ve had Kian rearrange all the serial numbers for the stage and you
are back in order, so take your time and get ready.”
While they were talking, Kian brought over the master of computer repair.
After nearly half an hour of recovery, they finally found the formatted file, without any damage to the
artwork.
Camille was visibly happy. She reached out and put her hand on Ayan's arm, then said in a low voice,
"Ayan, thank you.”
“Just a verbal thanks?”
“Well, how about making you a meal by myself when I get through?”
She asked.
Ayan’s eyes flickered and said gently while staring at her with his deep eyes, “The meal is not required.
I just want you not to work so hard now that you’re pregnant now. As long as you are kind to me and
well-behaved, I’ll regard that as your thanks for me.”
His voice was mild-to-medium. Kian was still here.
Camille bowed her head subconsciously with her cheeks growing slightly hot. “I’m not a baby.” She
said.
“Well, you are not a baby exactly. But sometimes it's much harder to coax than a child."
He said seriously with a faint curve at the corner of his thin lips.
As if he was telling the truth.
But when did she act like that?
Why is she so hard to coax?novelbin
It was clear that what he did was wrong, which caused her to be unhappy. She wasn’t unreasonable.
Camille raised her hand and slapped her arm lightly with an apparent warning in her eyes, as if to say,
Ayan, if you dare to continue, don’t go home tonight.
Ayan smiled as the curve at the corners of his mouth became more and more pronounced.
“Hahaha!”
Kian couldn’t hold back his laughter. Camille and Ayan both turned to look at him at the same time.
Two pairs of displeased eyes stared at Kian, causing him shut up at once and leave the room with his
head down, afraid that he would be bombarded the next second.
Camille pouted and said, “look, Kian heard everything. You are damaging my image.”
“Do you care what he thinks?”
Ayan squinted with a trace of coldness crossing her eyes.
Camille didn’t notice that. “Of course,” she said, “What you said must make him assume that I am
different from what he sees on the surface. Maybe he would think I am bad-tempered and have a bad
personality. How will I face him in the future?”
He let out a slight groan and said, “You are my wife. How he feels about you doesn’t matter.”
Camille fell silent suddenly and was lost in thought with her lips pursing slightly.
“You are my wife.” She repeated in her mind.
She asked herself at the bottom of her heart, “Does he know what he’s talking about? What on earth
does he mean by that?”