Female Novel
Chapter 629 Double Standard
Chapter 629 Double Standard
Camille frowned, without other emotions on her face.
Just talk. Why was he so close to her?
Camille pursed her lips tightly, "You stay away from me."
"Wow! So cruel to me? You won't coax me, and now you don't even want me to come closer?"
He said it as if it were true, aggrieved as if he were a little girl in love.
Although Camille had slowly gotten used to Ayan like this. When she thought of these words coming
out of his mouth, she felt he was completely different from him before.
It was as if those words could never come out of his mouth.
When Camille wouldn't respond, Ayan wouldn't stay away.
She said, "Ayan, can you be more serious and not always say things like that?"
"Am I not serious enough now? You take a good look at whether I'm serious enough now or not, huh?"
After saying that, he raised the other hand directly over her cheek to turn her head gently to him, the
pair of black eyes staring at her as if to suck her in a moment.
Camille also opened her eyes suddenly, and for a moment there was no response.
He asked, "Can you tell if I'm serious or joking right now?"
She didn't say anything.
He continued, "I do mind the name of Preston coming out of your mouth, and I don't want you to have
any dealings with him, preferably as a stranger, but you don't like me interfering with your social circle,
and you don't want me blocking your personal contacts, so I won't interfere with you, and I won't block
you, but you can't forbid me to have a little temper, trying to get you to coax me, right?"
His voice was low and gentle, sounding close to her. His breath occasionally spraying near her ears,
making his presence clear to her.
Camille dropped her eyes without looking at him, but knew his gaze was on her the whole time.
Because of the small space in the car, the two were very close, especially his fresh breath had been
lingering around the tip of the nose, so she was a bit lost in thought, as if someone had shaken her
heart.
He finished his words for almost half a minute, and there was no response. Naturally, he would not just
let Camille slip by so easily.
He reached out and took her hand on his knee, gently squeezing her white fingers. Although she was
thin, her hand was a bit fleshy. Touching it feels very comfortable.
He squeezed her gently, as if to remind her it was time to give some response.
He was not in a hurry, nor did he urge her. He waited patiently and well.
Until Camille took the initiative to open up: "You are unreasonable, you said you would not interfere or
block, but then you are not happy, Ayan, are there people who are so overbearing like you?"
Ayan laughed, "So it's my fault?"
"Take me back to the office. I have things to do later. I've already accompanied you to the hospital to
see Eileen. It's time for you to send me back."
Camille did not want to continue with this topic. She didn't think it was fun to talk about it, so she just
changed the subject.
But Ayan pinched her cheeks, completely refusing to give up.
He said, "And that's how you're going to get rid of me? Then you're too cruel, aren't you?"
"So you're not going to take me back and I'll take a taxi myself?"
"Hey!" His eyes overflowed with displeasure, and his voice was not warm, "So you'd rather make me
angry than coax me?"
"I don't know how."
"What?"
Camille wrinkled her brow, ""I don't know how to coax you."
"Is it that you know how to coax me or you know how to coax people?"
Ayan pursued the question.
Camille said with some impatience, "I don't know how to coax people, hurry up and go, okay?"
"You don't know how, but you're good at coaxing Timmy? That's a double standard from you."
He began to complain.
Camille said somewhat helplessly, "Timmy is a child, do you even have to compete with him on this?"
"Isn't everyone equal?" He said it like he had the best reason and did not feel the slightest bit wrong.
Camille thought that if she went on, he might ask for more, and probably let her hug him like she
hugged Timmy, right?
Camille slightly pursed her lips, slowly said with a gentle tone, like coaxing Timmy: "Do not be angry,
okay? I'll buy you a lollipop later, okay? Now let's hurry up and drive away, huh?"
To tell the truth, she felt bad about saying all this.
He was a grown man, but had asked her to coax him like a child.
It wasn't just a problem. It was a deliberate attempt to get her into trouble.
But her words were quite well received. Ayan hooked his lips and smiled, releasing her hand, while
pinching her cheeks, his voice low, "Don't be pampered, or I won't be able to resist."
Camille's eyes fluttered and her whole body froze completely.
What the hell is he talking about?
Camille looked out the window as if she hadn't heard, and fortunately he didn't continue, but opened
the window to let the cool breeze in, then stepped on the gas and drove away from the hospital parking
lot.
Ayan dropped Camille off at the office, and he followed up with, "I'll come pick you up tonight?"
Although it was a question, it had a tone that could not be denied.
Camille naturally understood his nature. If she didn't say yes, he probably should have let her coax him
again.
She didn't want to repeat what she had just said, so she nodded her head in agreement.
Ayan seemed to be in a good mood, his thin lips slightly up to reveal a faint smile. He saw Camille
walking into the building, then turned around and drove towards the Simpson Group.novelbin
Camille was back at the office and there was nothing really going on. Everything was fine at the office
these days and Yessica's incident had been resolved, so there was no need for her to worry too much
about anything.
She went back to her office, sat down, and sent a message to Yessica, asking her to come in.
Yessica came immediately and Camille reminded, "Close the door."
Yessica nodded her head and did as she was told.
After the door closed, Camille then asked without delay, "I have a question for you, has Mr. Walker ever
contacted you?"
Yessica did not react for a while, and only after two or three seconds did she come back to her senses
and immediately said, "No, isn't Mr. Walker..."
She asked carefully, and the expression on her face was very shocking beyond belief.
Camille could already tell the answer from her reaction, so she jumped ahead and asked, "Mr. Walker's
secretary is working on the project with you now, right?"
"Yes, he's been with me on the project since Mr. Walker left."
"He hasn't been doing anything different lately, has he?"
"Cami, you're asking if he's been in touch with Mr. Walker, right?"
Yessica asked directly.
Camille didn't answer, just swept a emotionless glance at Yessica.
Yessica immediately said, "I do not know, we rarely contact in private. If you want to know, I can find it
out?"
"No, no need to ask him specifically, just keep an eye on him for me to see if he has any special
reactions these days. Don't let him get suspicious, OK?"
Yessica hurriedly nodded her head, followed by the question, "Cami, is Mr. Walker coming back?"
"No, just some things I'm trying to figure out."
She didn't say much, and after two simple instructions, she let Yessica go about her business.
She looked out the window and sighed deeply. There was always an indescribable feeling in her heart
for the last two days.
Plus today Ayan went to see Eileen at the hospital and the conversation between the two she didn't
know what it was though. But since Ayan said it was related to Preston, it also meant that Preston
might have shown up, or maybe Ayan had already met him.
The more Camille thought about it, the more confused she became.
The phone also rang at that moment.
It was the bodyguard who was watching Cora calling.
The bodyguard said, "Mrs. Simpson, Cora has been clamoring to talk to you on the phone. She's in a
bit of a bad mood and I had to disturb you because I was worried something might go wrong."
"What is she going to do?"
"She said she wanted to talk to you on the phone."
"Let her talk." Camille had little patience.
The bodyguard pressed the speakerphone as before, reminding Cora that she could talk.
Cora had an emotional breakdown: "Camille, what do you want? Didn't I do what you told me to do?
Why don't you give me food?"
Camille: "But didn't I already give you a meal?"