Female Novel
Chapter 345 Fear Of Him
Chapter 345 Fear of him
Ayan looked at her with some confusion, "You want to see Elijah? What do you want to see him for?"
Camille sighed softly, she answered truthfully: "I have some doubts, I went back to the Armstrong
family today, but dad he seems to be very reluctant to let me mention Elijah, I have asked dad after the
Armstrong Corp was set up by Elijah this story broke out, but his reaction is very big, and reminded me
Don't ask about it again."
"Why are you asking if you're not allowed to mention it?"
Ayan said lightly.
Camille looked at him, the heart of the suspicion: "I actually suspect that Elijah and Preston are
acquainted, because Elijah's wife was taken away by a man wearing a hat, that man and the collapse
of the incident with Isaac is very similar to the man, Ayan, about this point, in fact, you already know,
right? ?"
She found that coming clean about everything didn't seem so hard.
On the contrary, the whole person feels relaxed after saying it.
She looked at Ayan, not waiting for him to speak then smiled lightly: "This doubt in my heart has not
been a day or two, just because a lot of things have happened recently, so I have not been too sure,
but also these two days suddenly thought, so I want to check with Dad, but he is not willing to say
anything, so I want to meet Elijah. "
Ayan eyebrows do not move, and did not respond to Camille his heart is not so, just the face is also
always low.
He whispered, "Yes, I'll set you up."
"Well, it better be one of these two days!"
Grandma is having surgery in a few days, so she wants to get it over with.
Ayan nodded his head in agreement.
He said, "Preston now there is no news, the police side of the search and rescue although they have
not stopped, but the hope seems a little slim, you see Elijah at this time should not be of much use,
right?"
"It has nothing to do with him, I'm just trying to figure out why Elijah did that to the Armstrong family?
After all, the Armstrong family has treated him well, and I'm curious as to what the relationship between
him and Preston really is?"
Camille made all her thoughts clear to Ayan.
She didn't want to have any conflict and disconnection with him because of Preston's related matters.
After the recent events, she was really tired and physically and mentally exhausted, and when she
thought about it there was nothing too big to deserve this.
Ayan just nodded and didn't say much.
But his face seemed a bit stony, and Camille couldn't help but think more than once that he wasn't
happy.
Camille frowned slightly and whispered, "Ayan, are you upset?"
Ayan looked at him and said lightly, "No, I was just wondering what kind of relationship Elijah and
Preston could be."
The two men looked at each other, but neither spoke.
This answer they can not give out, only after meeting Elijah can get.
After chatting for a while, the time was close to ten o'clock, Ayan went to take a shower first, Camille
sat in the living room without moving.
She took the phone and looked at the time, when he finished washing up probably will go to bed, right?
She suddenly looked like a girl who was still untouched, like she had just been married to him as a
couple.
She remembers that night.
Very apprehensive.
Camille pursed her lips slightly as she messaged Sienna: "A little scared, what to do?"
Sienna did not reply, Camille also do not know what she is doing, small mouth slightly pouting very
unhappy.
At that moment, Ayan's voice came from the bedroom, "Camille, it's late, it's time for bed."
"Well, got it."
Camille whispers in response, then gets up and walks into the bedroom.
Just as she stepped into the bedroom, it suddenly occurred to her that she was pregnant and couldn't
do anything, so why was she nervous? What was she so uncomfortable about?
But whether she was nervous or uneasy, but she would not admit that she was shy.
But the lights in the bedroom were a little dim, so the atmosphere couldn't help but become lovey-novelbin
dovey. Camille walked to the bed with her head hanging and sat down, then quietly lifted the covers
and lay down where she slept.
Her every move every subtle expression and movement let Ayan see into the bottom of the eyes,
especially her cautious look as if very afraid of him, so Ayan mouth corner unmoving pulled, sly corner
of the eyes also followed a light smile.
When Camille thought that nothing would happen, Ayan suddenly put down the book in his hand, and
then his whole body turned around and bent down towards her.
Her eyes were wide, staring at the handsome face approaching her for a moment, and her whole body
was too stiff to move.
She stammered a bit, "You ..... What are you going to do?"
"What are you nervous about? " he said in a hoarse voice.
Camille denied, "I'm not nervous."
"Really?"
"Hmm."
Ayan was still watching her, his eyes slightly narrowed with a few titillating notes as he said, "Camille,
are you afraid of me?"
"No." She glanced at him, then subconsciously looked away.
Her reaction betrayed herself in disguise, and Ayan didn't poke at it, but just remained in this position,
his bony hand gently stroking her hair, making her feel like the whole thing was about to suffocate.
She said, "It's getting late, let's just get to bed!"
"No rush, just getting ready for eleven o'clock only, or are you already sleepy?"
He asked in a low voice.
Camille nodded her head, "Well, I'm sleepy, can I go to bed?"
"Really sleepy?"
"Really."
Ayan's hand slowly moved down and finally gently cupped her chin, his deep eyes gazing at her
intently as he said, "Haven't you missed me for so many days?"
She froze completely.
Lightly pursed lips refused to speak.
Instead, he said, "Camille, answer my question, huh? Do you want me?"
"What the hell are you going to do?"
"What do you say?"
He was heavy on the hints.
Camille, however, was at a loss for words, "I'm carrying a baby!"
The knot in his throat rolled and his voice was mute to the extreme: "I just want you to kiss me, where
do you think you're going? What? Do you miss me? I can promise you if you want, huh?"
His words are getting lower and lower, and his deep eyes are staring at her like a whirlpool, making her
feel like she's going to be sucked in instantly if she takes one more look.
Camille's cheeks were red and hot, and she just wanted to get this over with, so she took the initiative
and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, then whispered, "Is that okay?"
Ayan hooked his lips a smile, his laughter is obvious, handsome face originally let people can not move
away from the eyes, even if you look at the entertainment industry, there are not many can be
compared with him, at the moment and reveal the same smile as the absolute wind, it is more
fascinating to people.
Camille thought he was satisfied, and just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the man's kiss
followed.
He basically gave Camille no chance to duck, one hand cupping her chin and taking all her breath
away.
It had been a long time since they had been as close and intimate as they were at this moment, so
when they actually touched each other he wanted more.
Camille could clearly feel Ayan's reaction as well as his rapid breathing. She knew very well that
something would definitely happen if this continued, so she stopped it immediately.
She reached out and pushed, but there was no response, and finally had to make a strong effort to pull
away from him as she said, "I ..... I'm thirsty."
Ayan laughed helplessly, then reached out and pinched her cheek: "Do you want to get me killed?"
His voice was muffled and deep.
Let Camille immediately pulled up the quilt to cover her head, heart pounding, but did not dare to have
any response.