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Chapter 272 Malicious Remarks
Chapter 272 Malicious Remarks
The man's voice came with a light smile, making Camille and the old Simpson both subconsciously turn
back.
He had a slender body, coming slowly from the dim light as well as the bright moonlight, with a face
that was handsome and fascinating.
His proximity made Camille's heart jump faster. Even after all that had happened, her heart still beat
faster for him, and she knew very well that she still loved him.
Can just one-sided love last?
Not waiting for Camille to figure this out, the old Simpson's voice followed: "What? I can't even talk to
Cami for a few more minutes?"
"Probably not, it's getting late, we have to go back."
Ayan looked at the time on his watch, and then he also walked to stand next to Camille, he
subconsciously raised his hand and put it on her waist, the movement was natural and smooth, as if it
had been done countless times.
Camille was slightly stunned, while her face kept its composure.
the old Simpson saw this scene, the smile under his eyes was flowing out, his tone to Ayan turned
significantly better: "Okay, then you take Cami away."
Camille took over, "Grandpa, let me help you get into the house."
"No, I'll sit for a while to blow off steam and have them come out later to help." the old Simpson waved
his hand and just urged Camille to hurry back with Ayan.
Camille then gave up and followed Ayan and the old Simpson to say goodbye before leaving.
The two got into the car and left from the Simpson's mansion.
Ayan drove, gave Camille a sideways glance, and asked, "What did you talk to Grandpa about?"
"Grandpa asks, are you treating me well?"
"So what do you say?"
Camille pursed her lips and looked faintly at Ayan: "What can I say? It's not the truth."
"What's the truth?" He pursued.
"Honestly just average, I guess."
"Average?"
"Hmm."
Camille nodded with a serious look on her face.
Ayan was exasperated, reached out and cupped her cheek, a little heavier, his voice sounded a little bit
of gnashing teeth: "Camille, do you have a conscience? I'm just average to you? Hmm?"
"You're hurting me." She slapped his hand away and covered her cheek with a look of aggression, "If I
knew you would do this to me, I should have told Grandpa you weren't treating me well at all."
"Heh!"
If he wasn't driving, he would really want to do something about it.
Camille, however, did not realize it in the slightest, but simply said lightly: "Grandpa said that if you
were to treat me badly, he was going to change his grandson."
Ayan frowned slightly, "So what did you say?"
"What can I say? It's not like I listen to whatever Grandpa says."
"Heh, so did you listen to Grandpa when he told you to be good with me?" He stared at her with
unblinking eyes, his voice low and deep.
Camille pursed her lips and made no sound.
He asked again, "Why don't you say anything?"
She looked to him confused, "Grandpa didn't say that."
Ayan narrowed his eyes, a deep indifference flooded under his eyes as he said, "Grandpa didn't say
that, so you're not going to be nice with me?"
"I didn't think of it that way."
She just wondered what Ayan meant when he asked that question.
In fact, she's really confused.
Especially for this marriage, the front is a white fog, she simply can not see the future road in the end
how?
So she didn't know how to respond to Ayan's question.
She took the initiative to change the subject and asked Ayan: "Ayan, what Mrs. Day said, do you think
there is a certain relationship?"
"What's the word?"
He responded by revealing his displeasure.
Camille slightly pursed her lips and whispered: "This time, it seems to have something to do with me, in
fact, when you think about it may be in the eyes of outsiders indeed caused by me, so what about you?
Would you think so?"
"Am I an outsider?"
He stared at her, looking uncertain, and asked.
Camille's eyes paused slightly and she froze in some slight bewilderment.
He was indeed not an outsider, according to the name, he was her husband, and it was the most
intimate relationship. In her heart, he was even the man she loved, so how can he be an outsider?
It's just that they were all involved in this matter with each other, and there were so many interests and
people involved that she can't help but feel some doubt.
Although the old Simpson, Fletcher, and Talia were very firm that there was no such idea, but Camille
still wanted to know what was Ayan thinking?
She was briefly silent before she said, "Ayan, I understand what you're saying, I just want to know,
don't you really second guess this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me?"
Ayan frowned slightly, handsome face revealed a few indifference, then looked at the rearview mirror of
the vehicle, and then directly pulled over to stop.
He turned sideways to look at her, said with his low voice, "If this hadn't come up, would you have
ensured that nothing else would have happened?"
Camille stared at him in disbelief.
He said: "Every thing has its reason, otherwise life is too dull and what is the meaning? Now that it has
happened, can blaming solve all the problems? No, right? So instead of blaming others, it is better to
think of more things to solve the problem as soon as possible."
"Camille, Bella's mother's words don't speak for everyone, this has nothing to do with you, it's not your
fault, so you don't need to keep asking me what's on my mind? Understand what I mean?"
He revealed all the thoughts in his heart, word by word, seriously, and smoothed out all the anxieties
she had been feeling.
Camille pursed her lips into a light smile and then nodded.
After seeing her reaction, Ayan then stepped on the gas and continued driving.
Back at the apartment, the two took the elevator to the floor where they lived. Camille looked at the
early hour, then said, "I'll go check on Sienna, you go back first?"
"Well, yes." He responded lightly, then grabbed her wrist as she turned to walk toward the opposite
door and pulled her into his arms, his eyes downcast as he stared at her, his voice low, "No nonsense,
huh?"
"I got it."
She responded in a low voice.
He said in a tough manner, "Don't stay too long, you have half an hour or I'll come to you personally,
huh?"
Camille frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking about what he had said earlier, that she had to keep
her distance from Sienna as well, and it was funny to think about it.
But she didn't laugh out loud, or he would have regretted not allowing her to find Sienna, so she justnovelbin
nodded obediently, "Okay."
Ayan was satisfied and dropped his head to kiss the corner of her mouth again before he would let go.
In the apartment.
Sienna was sitting on the carpet nibbling on a pizza and drinking coffee when she saw Camille open
the door and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Camille scanned her lightly without saying anything, just changed into a pair of slippers and walked
towards the sofa.
She sat down without making a sound, just watching Sienna eat, without any regard for her as a
pregnant woman.
Sienna glanced back and saw Camille's eyes faintly glazed over with dullness.
She asked, "What's wrong with you? Still bitter about Preston?"
"No." She shook her head.
"What's that?"
Camille didn't answer, just took a cuddle pillow to hug and looked at Sienna with her cheek: "I went to
the Simpson's mansion at night and heard some gossip, guess who's the dominant person behind the
gossip?"
Sienna had a crawfish in her mouth and shook her head with a puzzled look on her face, "Who?"
"My mom."
"The Armstrong family side?"
Sienna was shocked.
Camille didn't deny it, so that's a tacit admission.
Sienna wrinkled her brows: "What does she mean? You're not biological because you didn't grow up
around them?"
Camille just smiled lightly and did not say anything, the emotions of the heart can only be spilled to
Sienna, but some things are always difficult to say.
In fact, the last thing Camille wants is for anyone to see her vulnerable side, because she doesn't want
to be pitied.
She did not continue the conversation, but brought up the gossip she had heard in the Simpson family
and the unconditional trust the Simpson family had in her attitude.
Sienna's face stiffened and the crawfish she was holding fell into the bowl, she said indifferently, "Mrs.
Day doesn't have any problems with you, why do you think she has the right to badmouth you for no
reason?"