Female Novel
Chapter 295 - Cushion
Chapter 295 - Cushion
Preston smiled lightly, "Cami, since you have followed me here, how can you not understand what my
words mean?"
How could Camille not hear the meaning of his words?
Her lips pursed slightly, her cheeks shining with a faint warm indifference, she raised her eyes to meet
Preston's as she asked, "So, do you have something to tell me?"
Preston didn't answer right away, just looked at her before saying, "I've prepared so much, sit down
with me and have something to eat?"
Camille did not speak.
He added, "Cami, we've known each other for so many years, and anything you want to know, I'll
always say whenever you ask, so let's sit down and talk, okay?"
Camille's eyes trembled lightly and she finally agreed to him.
The two walked to the table and sat down. On the table was a delicate, small birthday cake, along with
fruit and some of Camille's usual favorite dishes.
He said, "I made it all myself, try it?"
"Preston, you haven't answered my question, now can you say it?"
"Cami, are you that anxious to ask and then leave to draw a line in the sand with me?"
Preston smiled lowly, and sadness shone in his eyes.
Camille pursed her lips, a little intolerant, she skipped her eyes not to look at him, words indifferent: "I
do not mean it, since you know everything, then why can not be straightforward to say a clear?"
"Say what? Does this matter have anything to do with me?"
He smiled gently and his reaction said it all.
He said, "Cami, don't you already have the answer?"
"But I want to hear you admit it yourself, otherwise I wouldn't be here."
If she simply had the answer, then why would she go to all the trouble of doing so much?
Camille looked at the person in front of her and she found that there was really a growing sense of
strangeness.
Preston showed a gentle smile, he did not slow down to confess that the collapse was indeed his
creation, the whole process, Camille did not have any response.
She stayed quiet the whole time listening to him alone.
Although everything has been answered for a long time, Camille still feels an indescribable sadness
when she hears his own confession.
He finished the story, he bribed Isaac, manipulated Isaac to do everything, because Isaac's father was
ill and needed a huge amount of money for surgery, that's why Isaac was obedient to him.
Preston didn't hold anything back, he told Camille everything word for word.
He said to Camille, "Cami, are you disappointed in me?"
Camille's eyes pause slightly, her face a little indifferent, she whispered: "Why ask this? People just
need to live up to themselves, and why should they care if others are disappointed?"
"But I want to know what's in your heart?"
"Didn't think much of it." She responded lightly, her tone barely rippling or emotional.
But her face was as cold as water, unable to find the slightest ripple.
Preston also stiffened, a clear loss surfacing between his eyebrows as he asked, "Cami, you don't
need to be embarrassed, I'll take all the consequences, so don't you worry, okay?"
"Preston, don't you know how serious this matter is by now? Why do you want to do this ah? I really
can't find a reasonable reason and excuse, I really don't understand what is the purpose of you doing
this?"
Camille's emotions eventually did not control, she tightly wrinkled her eyebrows, looking very ugly, a
delicate bright face reveals obvious anxiety and irritation.
Her questioning made Preston silent, and his originally submerged face revealed a few thick emotions,
and only after a long time did he whisper, "Cami, don't be angry, you're pregnant now, your body is
most important, hmm?"
Camille gasped hard, her chest fell for a long time can not calm.
She stared at Preston expressionlessly, her voice much calmer: "Preston, can you tell me why you are
doing this? Although that the deceased even without this incident will not live long, but you do so has
formed a deliberate injury, you are a calculation of a business, you have been suspected of business
crimes, you ...."
"I know, I understand all that, but I don't regret it, really Cami, I don't regret it, not at all, so don't feel
any more sorry for me, okay?"
Preston's attitude always remained the same, and his attitude throughout the process has always been
very calm, especially when confessing to Camille, he did not have the slightest regret and remorse, but
rather a feeling of great relief.
His mind Camille naturally also see in the eyes, more understand that he has long guessed that she
already know, and still stalking him, so create this scene at the moment.
Instead of answering Preston's question, she asked, "When did you first know that I already suspected
you?"
"It's been some days, probably since you tried me."
He answered truthfully.
Camille wrinkled her nose in disbelief: "If you already knew I suspected you, why did you deliberately
bring me to the site to watch you meet with Isaac?"
"Cami, I told you, I won't hide anything from you as long as you want to know, I'm not lying to you, this
is what I really think inside."
He said it with the utmost seriousness, but Camille could not feel the slightest joy.
Her flat response made Preston's face stiffen slightly, and Preston said, "Cami, are you mad at me?"
"No." She said, as long as he felt good about himself then it was good, right?
Preston fell into a brief moment of contemplation, his eyes darkened with a meaningful darkness, and
then slowly said, "Cami, like I said, you really don't need to feel any pressure, I did it, I admit it, and I
won't pull anyone's leg."
"Preston, so do you think I'm doing this now because I'm afraid you'll drag me down with you?"
"I didn't mean that."
He said somewhat feebly.
Camille stared at him and asked, "You still haven't answered my question, why on earth are you doing
this? Can't Envy just tell the truth? Didn't you say you'd tell me whatever I wanted to know?"
Preston was silent without speaking.
He lowered his eyes with some embarrassment of wanting to say something.
Camille became more and more anxious, and her voice was a bit of a whisper: "What are you talking
about? What are you hiding? We have been friends for so many years, can't we even have this little
trust and confession? You keep saying you can tell me anything I want to know, so now that I'm asking,
will you give me an answer?"
"If I tell the truth, you don't get mad, let alone think much of it, okay?"
His gaze and greeting made Camille's subconscious frown tighten, what did he mean?
Preston narrowed his eyes slightly and said lowly and lightly, "I'm doing all this because I want justice
for you, because Ayan treats you badly, because he doesn't love you, obviously you're pregnant andnovelbin
he's still entangled with Eileen, why should he treat you like this? It's not fair to you, obviously he
doesn't love you, but he refuses to let you go and has to threaten you to continue being this Mrs.
Simpson, it's torture for you, so I don't want to let him go."
Camille was completely dumbfounded.
He did all this for her?
In order to get her a so-called justice, so do so many things?
This imposed goodness makes Camille a bit teary-eyed.
But she really does not need such good and maintenance ah.
She felt a little ridiculous and she looked at Preston not knowing what to say?
He continued: "originally this matter should have ended a long time ago, but your soft-heartedness led
to now is not finished, I originally wanted to use your identity as an architect to let Ayan and Simpson
Group had to admit that this matter is the Simpson Group's mistake led to the accident, but how are
you unwilling, I take you no way? "
He said helplessly, the faint smile of the Philadelphian, Camille then understood why he repeatedly
proposed to replace the identity of the architect.
It turns out that the Simpson Group wanted to sit on this accident.
After hearing so much, Camille then felt, as an afterthought, that she really didn't know this long-time
friend.
Is he really the gentle and elegant Preston?
Preston asks, "Cami, will you tell him?"