Female Novel
Chapter 660 Hiding From Me
Chapter 660 Hiding from Me
Kian had just arrived at the scene of the crash, and although the traffic police had finished with it, he
still wanted to see if there was anything left there.
Kian answered truthfully: "I'm on it, but the road where you had the accident happens to be a blind
spot, so the surveillance is almost useless. As for the vehicles that appeared at that point there, have
also been investigated. There are nothing deliberate. I have now asked people to investigate all the
vehicles tonight."
"Expand the time frame and start checking from this morning."
"Okay, I understand."
Kian nodded in response.
Ayan's face sank, and continued to ask: "By the way, you should ask Darkmoor. Tonight Preston invited
guests to dinner. Did his secretary go with him? If not, then find out where this person went."
"You suspect this has something to do with Preston?"
"We'll know after checking on it. If it was really him, then it'll be easy to deal with. At least there is no
one else but only him targeting us. There's no need to reveal my accident to the public, just find an
excuse to say I went on a business trip. The person who spread the news will be the person behind it.
Then let's see who will get impatient first, right?"
Ayan grunted coldly. The indifference under his eyes gradually dissipated, and after he finished, he
hung up the phone, and turned off the water in the sink.
He looked up at himself in the mirror. The scars on his face were of varying shades. The deepest was
on his forehead near his head, but it was wrapped by the gauze, so the depth could not be seen.
He slightly hooked his lips. The bottom of his eyes overflowed with indifference. If Preston wanted to
play such a big game, then he wouldn't let him down.
"Tap-tap."
"Are you done?"
Camille's voice came from outside the door.
"Okay." He responded in a low voice and pulled the door open.
Camille assisted him back to bed and sat down before he spoke again, "It's late, stay here with me
tonight, okay?"
He spoke in a tone of voice that was different from the call.
Camille naturally stayed. After all, he was alone in the hospital. tHe even could not walk now, so she
was also worried.
But there was only a bed and a couch in the hospital, so Ayan suggested, "You take the bed and I'll
take the couch."
The patient was to sleep on the couch, but she, who was able-bodied, was going to sleep on the bed?
She would feel guilty.
She said, "No, I'll just sleep on the couch."
"I'm not that weak, just do what I say, huh?"
Camille naturally wouldn't agree. She looked at him without much emotion and said: "Then I will go
back home to sleep, and come back in the morning. Anyway, you do not need someone to take care of
you at night. And there is the nurse. So will it work?"
Ayan blinked slightly, then nodded and said, "Okay, just like you said, you take the couch and I'll take
the bed."
Camille hummed, then walked over to the couch and sat down. The corners of her mouth also rose
slightly to reveal a smile.
That night, Ayan, because of the pain of his foot injury after the anesthetic effect, slept little. So the next
morning when Camille saw that his tired face, she was also confused.
She asked, "What's wrong with you?"
His voice was hoarse as he shook his head, "It's okay."
He lifted his hand and gently squeezed his brow. A knock came at the door of the ward at that moment,
and it was Kian who had brought over breakfast.
Ayan didn't move. He didn't seem to have much appetite. He let Camille eat first. He and Kian started
talking about work. He said to Kian, "Send me the documents to be processed, and you bring the
computer here this afternoon. I need to deal with some things. Have you got the results of the things I
mentioned yesterday?"
Because Camille was there, he said yesterday instead of last night.
Kian understood, nodding slightly: "Well, you are right. He did not go there, but I haven't found out his
whereabouts. I think he deliberately avoided to leave behind any evidence in case we would check on
this."
Ayan hummed in a low voice. He did not go on with the subject, but only emotionlessly said, "Spread
the news of my car accident."
Kian was stunned and asked with some surprise, "You said..."
Ayan's deep eyes swept indifferently towards him. He stopped instantly, but his eyes were full of
curiosity. Obviously, last night he decided to block the news. How did he decide to make it public after
one night?
Ayan said, "For the villa fire incident last time, we already played the card. If we do it again, some
people would take advantage of it and there may be a greater loss?"
Ayan finished, and the bottom of the deep eyes were flooded with indifference. As for what was on his
mind, no one could guess.
Only after Kian left did Camille put down the spoon with which she was eating her porridge. She looked
over at Ayan and asked softly, "Was that something you and Kian were just talking about last night?"
"Why do you ask?"
Ayan didn't answer yes or no.
His answer caused Camille to pause slightly. "From your conversation with Kian, I assume it hadnovelbin
something to do with what happened last night?"
Her eyes met his. She did not force, just looking at him nonchalantly, so that Ayan could not lie to her.
He hooked his lips in a light smile, "Well, indeed."
"So have you found out who it is?" She continued to ask, and what Kian said to him last night suddenly
rang in her mind as well, and she said, "Not just a robbery?"
"Probably!"
"What do you mean by probably?"
Ayan said, "It's not clear yet, so I don't know what to tell you. I'll tell you when I find it out, huh?"
Ayan's words were somewhat veiled. He didn't want her to know too much. But the more he behaved
like that, the more curious Camille became.
Camille spent the morning in the hospital and the word spread about Ayan's car accident.
After the Simpsons knew about it, Fletcher and Talia also immediately brought Timmy over. Knowing
that nothing serious, they were slightly relieved. After Fletcher and Talia left, Rex and a few people
came. Camille took advantage of this opportunity to have some rest.
Camille left room for Rex and the others to talk to Ayan, and she came out of the ward to sit in the cafe
downstairs for a while. Then her phone rang.
It was Preston.
On the phone, Preston asked, "Cami, was there nothing wrong last night?"
Camille didn't really like the questioning and just replied tersely, "Nothing."
"I saw the news about Ayan's car accident, is he all right?"
"It's okay."
"Really?" The tentative wording of Preston wasn't really obvious.
Camille, however, heard a hint of something different and frowned slightly, "Why are you suddenly so
concerned about him?"
Preston and Ayan didn't get along for long. At first Preston thought she loved Ayan without getting a
response, which was unworthy, so his attitude towards Ayan was not too friendly. and Ayan also
misunderstood he was her so-called ex-boyfriend.
Gradually Camille realized that there were other things leading to their estrangement. But she had
made many assumptions without coming up with an accurate answer.
At this moment Camille couldn't resist asking, "What is it that you are hiding from me?"
"Cami, I'm not trying to hide it from you. As to whether Ayan is hiding it from you or not, you have to ask
him. I know he's more important in your heart than me, but I don't want you to lose yourself, especially
to a unreliable man, you can't give too much of yourself."
"If you have something to say, just be direct. I'm really tired of you covering up like this." Camille smiled
indifferently with irony.
Preston narrowed his eyes, his face was wrapped in coldness, and he said emotionlessly: "Cami, you
don't know anything, so it's too unfair to me to directly side with Ayan like this, right? Is it true that no
matter what happens, at any time, you feel I am the one to blame, but it has nothing to do with Ayan?"