Female Novel
Chapter 637 - Knowing Wrong
Chapter 637 - Knowing Wrong
Ayan's words conveyed a lot of meaning.
Kian nodded and asked in a low voice, "So, do we need to do anything?"
"Do what? It's us in the light now, with others in the dark, whatever we do will be visible and seen
through." Ayan's face was expressionless as he walked over to Camille, his gentle gaze sliding over
her before lifting his feet and stepping out of the basement first, his voice becoming indifferent as he
said, "There's no need to do anything now, hand over the initiative."
Since Preston appeared openly and without any scruples, it was natural that he had some cards tonovelbin
play. In this case, he naturally wanted to give this opportunity for Preston to show what he had to show,
otherwise it wouldn't have been for nothing to spend so much effort on it.
Ayan snorted and glanced back at Camille, who was following him, and he said without much emotion,
"I have a few words to ask her, so you and Kian wait outside, hmm?"
Camille nodded, she could understand. After all, Cora would not say anything if she was present.
Camille didn't really wait right at the door, but sat down on the couch in the living room, across the hall
from Cora's room.
After she sat down, Ayan did not immediately go to see Cora, but followed Camille again and sat
beside her naturally.
Camille looked at him in disbelief, "Aren't you going to have a word with her?"
"Are you upset?"
"No."
Ayan wasn't convinced: "I just had a few words to ask her about Preston and Austin, and I'll be out
soon, OK?"
"I'm really not angry, so can you not misunderstand me?" Camille was certainly not angry, and there
was nothing to be angry about. If she had to be angry at every single thing, then she would probably be
pissed to death soon, wouldn't she?
Camille pursed her lips slightly, a little helpless.
But after her words, Ayan also seemed to be half-heartedly staring at her. He looked as if he would stay
with her like this if she didn't admit that she was angry.
Camille sighed helplessly, "If you haven't thought about how to ask her, then wait until you do! Or do
you think it's not a good idea to ask because I'm here?"
Ayan's eyebrows quirked and he smiled gently, "Of course not, if it was really just inconvenient, why did
I offer to tell you?"
"Since it's not, then go ahead and ask, and then go back. I want to go back and spend time with
Timmy," and she wasn't willing to waste her free time with someone like Cora.
After being together recently, Ayan had also basically got to know Camille's temper well.
She always shifted the focus to him easily, or in a way that he had to follow.
At the moment, for example, he was only afraid that she would be unhappy, so he asked more
questions. The it ended up that he wanted to ask more questions because it was inconvenient for him
to bring her.
Ayan reached out and gently pinched her cheeks, and he said in a low voice, "Wait for me!"
Camille didn't respond. He got up, left the living room and went straight to Cora's room.
Cora had been in her room since she got here, and it was only one meal a day, not to mention that she
couldn't do anything she wanted. She had used all the methods she needed to use, but to no avail, and
the people watching her were almost greasy.
In just one week, Cora had completely changed from her previous image of being dignified and
extremely well-mannered.
Because every day she was immersed in worry and fear, plus the three meals a day changed to just
one meal a day, she thinned a lot, her cheekbones were very obvious, and her face was also pale and
bloodless. Dark circles under the eyes were particularly obvious.
When the bouncer opened the door, she assumed that the delivery guy or the person who kept watch
on her had come in, so she sat there unresponsive.
Until the bouncer put a chair at the door, then someone came in without hurry, and even the lights of
the house became brighter. The bouncer reminded, "Mr. Simpson is here."
Hearing these words, Cora then reacted. She looked up and looked over. The person who came in was
Ayan.
She was first shocked, and then immediately hung her head unwilling to let him see her appearance at
this moment. She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her face, and her mouth followed with a low
murmur, "Ayan, you go out, why are you here at this time? You go out first, I need to tidy up!"
She was afraid that Ayan would see her now and think she was ugly, but what she didn't know was that
Ayan didn't care at all, whether she was ugly or pretty was the same in his eyes. There was no
difference because it didn't matter to him at all. How an insignificant person looked was not worth
mentioning.
Ayan did not move, but walked to the chair and sat down. His handsome face wasexpressionless. He
looked at her, and his voice was also low: "I have a few questions to ask you."
Cora's hand covering her face stiffened and opened, her eyes filled with emptiness as she stared at
him, "What do you want to ask?"
She was slightly emotional and she said, "I'm already atoning for my sins, Ayan, isn't that enough? I
already know I was wrong. I repent every day now. I apologize to your grandfather and Timmy every
day. I really know I was wrong."
"That's not what I'm asking." Ayan interrupted her coldly, his deep eyes glowing with a faint coldness as
he asked, "Do you know Benjamin and Preston?"
Cora subconsciously shook her head with bewilderment in her eyes, "I don't know."
Ayan did not know whether he should believe it or not. The expression on his face revealed some
coldness. Cora immediately reiterated: "I really do not know these two people you mentioned. If they
are Austin's people, it is even more impossible for me to know. Before this project, I had not
participated in any project or work of Norman Group at all. I joined this project also because Austin
wanted me to be have an new experience."
Austin's mind was so heavy that she couldn't even guess.
She had always known that Austin was not as kind and gentle as he appeared to be, otherwise how
could he have made up the scene and she had to marry him?
Cora pursed her lips. With a hint of expectation floating under her eyes, she asked in a low voice,
"Ayan, are you really refusing to forgive me? I really know I'm wrong and I'm paying for my mistakes,
isn't that okay?"
Ayan did not respond to her. His face was expressionless. The bottom of the eyes held so much
coolness that people simply couldn't see through his mind.
Seeing that he did not say anything, Cora rose uncontrollably and wanted to approach him, but only
took two or three steps before he stopped her: "If you really know that you are wrong, you should know
that any action you take is futile, and sometimes doing something wrong is not something that can be
solved by an apology."
Cora froze there and did not dare to continue. Her face was stiff and pale. Looking at him, she saw
from the bottom of Ayan's eyes a very obvious chill, which was a kind of look that could not be
challenged.
Ayan ignored her reaction and simply asked indifferently, "You and Austin are participating in this
project just for the sake of it?"
Cora wrinkled her brows tightly, a look of consternation surfacing her face, "I don't understand what you
mean, isn't participating in this project all about this project?"
"That's the question I'm asking you, you just need to tell me yes or no!"
"Of course it's... What else could it be for?" Cora felt very confused. Could Austin have another
purpose?
She pursed her lips and her whole head was a mess.
Her reaction and any subtle movement did not escape from Ayan's eyes. He could be sure that she
was not acting, but she really did not know about Austin and Preston's affair.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then stood up.