Female Novel
Chapter 634 - The Vortex
Chapter 634 - The Vortex
Ayan knocked on Camille's door with the porridge and sat face to face at the table. He offered to open
the box for her and said in a gentle voice, "Eat."
It's seafood congee and a few small dishes.
But there was only one serving, but the portion was enough for two people.
Camille: "You eat some, too."
"You eat first."
"No, I'll get a bowl." She got up and walked to the kitchen and got a bowl, then poured out a large
portion and pushed it in front of him.
Ayan also stopped excusing himself, then he picked up a spoon and started eating.
His movements were not fast or slow, his demeanor was elegant, and the air of reserve was
extraordinarily evident in his body.
He ate quickly, and when he was done he sat in his chair and stared at Camille, the whole time quiet
and without any conversation.
After eating the porridge, the time has also passed more than half an hour, the two eyes look at each
other, Ayan took the initiative to speak: "Have you thought about it?"
"Hmm?"
Camille frowned slightly, her eyes staring at him lightly.
Ayan said, "Tonight."
Camille narrowed her eyes slightly and sighed silently before saying faintly, "You asked me if he was
Preston, right?"
"Hmm."
"I don't know if he is, but I can't deny that he does give me a very familiar feeling."
"Would you believe me if I said he was Preston?"
Ayan asked in a low voice.
Camille looked up at him, looking slightly silent, and only after a few seconds did she say faintly, "Do
you expect me to believe that?"
"Sure."
Ayan did not hide his inner thoughts.
Camille didn't expect him to be so direct either. Didn't he think it would be better to be euphemistic?
But he's always been like that, so he's used to it.
She also thought seriously in the back of her mind, would she believe that this man was Benjamin
tonight because of Ayan?
In fact, she already had the answer in her heart.
But she didn't want to say it, pursed her lips slightly and said in a low tone, "Can I not tell you my
answer?"
Ayan raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Because I don't want to talk about it."
"Yes, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."
Ayan didn't give her a hard time, and got up with her when she finished: "Get some rest early, I'll go
first."
Camille gave a low hmph, then carried the lunch box she just ate porridge in to send him to the door,
and only after seeing him go out did she reach out and hand over the things in her hand, "Throw the
trash by the way!"
Ayan wrinkled his brow, but reached out to take the garbage bag in her hand.
Probably she was the only one who could command him like that, right?
Camille naturally did not notice the change in his expression, her cheeks floating with a light faint smile:
"Thank you!"
After saying that, she waited for him to get into the elevator and close the door, but he stood motionless
at the door, as if he had no intention of leaving.
Camille stared blankly and batted her eyelashes gently, "What's wrong?"
Ayan stared at her with a good-natured look, "Is that all?"
"What?"
"Well ...."
The words were just spoken, her whole body was already directly against the wall, and warm kisses fell
on her lips.
He circled her in his arms, not giving her the slightest opportunity or gap to disengage, a kiss lasted
nearly half a minute before ending, he did not linger much, just lowered his eyes to stare at her, his
voice was low: "This is the return for throwing the garbage, if you want to regret not wanting my help
can also be, then I will give you back what you just kissed?"
Camille's eyes were slightly stunned and her gaze was a little dull as she said, "No need."
With that, she reached out and pushed his chest, and after hearing a low, dumb laugh, he didn't
continue, saving himself from pissing her off.
Camille also closed the door immediately after Ayan got into the elevator.
She sighed deeply, which gradually calmed the rapid heartbeat.
The warmth on her lips seemed to remain, and she was getting confused between Ayan and her, she
didn't know how to choose?
If it is to give each other a chance to try to go on, she did not dare to take the first step, she was not
sure, and did not want to push herself back into a vortex that had not long climbed out.
But Ayan's change she could clearly see, he might have really liked her, but was his liking enough to
make her go back again?
Camille shook his head not to continue to think about it, can not get the answer will only disturb the
mind, so it is better to rest early.
...
Since everyone in the project was gathered, Mr. Bell took the initiative to hold a short mini-meeting on
his side.
The location remains the Simpson Group.
Today's meeting Mr. Bell mainly wants to go to Fola, so far everything is still considered smooth, now
the most important part is the interior design and exterior decoration, the main pressure of this piece
are on Armstrong Corp and Horace, he also want to go to see.
Mr. Bell asked Horace: "Would Mr. Burris like to visit the site after the design is finalized?"
"I have this idea."
"Good, it just so happens that I have time recently, so why don't I go with Mr. Burris?"
"You're going over there?" Ayan asked as he listened.
Mr. Bell nodded: "Originally it was not too late to go there after the completion, but this project has the
support of one of my foreign partners, probably it will be spread abroad by the media, and when the
time comes there will naturally be foreign tourists attracted, so I want to go to the local area to
understand it personally."
Ayan did not have any objection after hearing this: "Okay, I will arrange for someone to accompany us
there."
"How about this, I've already traveled twice, why don't you let me be the tour guide this time?" Dan
smoothly took over, and he knew the area quite well.
That's how the departure crew was set.
Mr. Bell is a person who will act immediately when he has an idea, so several people left for Fola in the
afternoon.
Mr. Bell a few people left, the project is only Ayan and Benjamin two people in charge, for the time
being, there is nothing need to have communication and busy place, so the two should not need to
have correspondence.
But Benjamin's secretary took the initiative to contact Kian, meaning, "I wonder if it's convenient for Mr.
Simpson, Mr. Baxter would like to see Mr. Simpson to understand the current work progress and hownovelbin
the project is progressing today."
Kian took a look at the Ayan in front of him and did not respond, so he replied, "Sorry, because Mr. Bell
is temporarily out of Hance City, so Mr. Simpson's time for the next few days has been arranged, if Mr.
Baxter wants to understand the situation, I will send the detailed report on the progress of the project. If
Mr. Baxter doesn't understand it, then wait until Mr. Simpson has time to inform again."
The other party didn't say anything else after hearing that, and just answered: "Okay, then let's wait
until Mr. Simpson is busy to inform."
Kian pressed the end button and gazed over at Ayan: "Mr. Simpson, what does Preston mean by this?"
"He is the person in charge of replacing Austin, since he just took over the project, naturally there are
many things to understand, it is not surprising to find me at this time, but his ultimate goal is not this
who knows?"
Ayan snorted lightly, and did not intend to see him immediately, he is a human being is a ghost others
may not know, but he knows it by heart.
The secretary and Kian's call Benjamin was also heard clearly.
Ayan's mind he also knows, Ayan wants to make things difficult for him, wants him to resist the initiative
to tear his face, but he is not as good as Ayan's intention.
He had a good attitude and took the initiative to send a message in the project group and Ayan wanted
to make an appointment to meet with Ayan to talk about the project, but Ayan did not pay attention to
him, not even a reply, because Ayan did not reply, people naturally will not make a sound.
Just keep hanging him out to dry.
Ayan's attitude was more excessive than he expected, which almost made him lose face.
His cold face, hands clenched into fists, a face is also slightly grim, nearly half a minute before he
controlled his emotions to restore a mild expression.
He grabbed his car keys and drove alone to Camille's office building, where he parked the car before
calling Camille.
When Camille picked up, he spoke first, "Cami, it's me."
Camille did not respond immediately, supposedly in shock.
He asked again, "Can we meet?"