Female Novel
Chapter 663 - Insane
Chapter 663 - Insane
After Jordan asked, Gracelynn just smiled gently: "Of course I didn't mean anything. I just think she is
very nice."
Jordan didn't say another word, just reached over and supported Gracelynn to stand up from her chair
and took her to the doctor's office.
Camille had also come out of the elevator. The name of Jordan repeatedly sound in her mind. It was
familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
As she walked, she thought about it. And as she was about to reach the door of the ward where Ayan
was staying, she suddenly remembered it.
It was two days ago in the restaurant, when Ayan and a few of them chatted about Jordan of the Bailey
family in Hance City, the eldest son whose younger brother had taken all the limelight and in the Bailey
family, he didn't have any say.
The outside world talked about Jordan as being very poor as if he lived a miserable life in the Bailey
family, but she felt Jordan was fine.
Because he was very good to Gracelynn, and Gracelynn was also caring for her son and seemed to be
very proud of him, so it was not like that she only loved the second son, right?
The more Camille thought about it, the more confused she became. Subconsciously there was a
question arising from her heart.
If she had a second child besides Timmy, would she be biased?
After this thought popped up, she didn't think of an answer, but realized that she was being ridiculous.
And she immediately let go, not allowing herself to think any more. If Ayan knew what she just thought
about, he would definitely laugh at her and even think that she had started to accept him.
She immediately stopped and shook her head violently to try to shake the thought out of her head. Her
action fell into the eyes of Kian, who was coming out of the ward. Seeing this, Kian was also frozen for
a moment, not knowing whether to continue going out or to pretend not to see her and go back to the
ward?
Ayan also noticed Kian's movement and asked in a emotionless voice, "What are you doing?"
Kian paused, turned back to Ayan and responded in a low voice, "Mrs. Simpson is here, but something
might be wrong with her."
Ayan's brow furrowed slightly in confusion as he asked, "What's wrong with her?"
Kian: "I 'm not sure. Mrs. Simpson was walking and then suddenly stopped and shook her head. I
wonder if she thought of anything unhappy."
Ayan didn't see it, so he could only imagine Camille shaking her head from Kian's description, before
saying steadily, "Now that she's come, you can go too."
Kian immediately understood that he was driving people away, and that he was an eyesore.
Originally he was also going to leave, only because he did not want to embarrass Camille. It seemed
that his decision was a mistake, and that he should not have stayed a second longer.
As Kian left the ward again, Camille was just walking to the door.
Seeing Kian, she said, "Are you leaving?"
Kian nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Simpson."
Had he not left without stopping, Mr. Simpson would have got out of his bed and thrown him out the
window.
Kian didn't dare to stay a second longer, and after saying goodbye to Camille, he immediately lifted his
feet and walked away.
Camille was slightly surprised by his reaction and walked into the room and casually closed the door
behind her, asking Ayan curiously, "What's wrong with Kian?"
"I don't know. Maybe he thought you were here, and staying a second longer would disturb us, so he
wanted to leave as soon as possible!"
His gaze was gentle, quite different his cold stare at Kian just now. At this moment, his eyes were so
tender that they could drip like water.
As for his words, Camille also looked at him in doubt and said nothing.
She carried the bento box to the bed and placed it on top of a small table, then she heard Ayan ask,
"Don't you believe me?"
She glanced at him and said indifferently, "I don't believe you." It was not a big deal, so it didn't matter if
she believed it or not.
Camille opened the box. The bento box had its own small bowl and spoon. She put the soup in the
small bowl and handed it to Ayan. "I made the soup. You can have a try."
Ayan looked at her with tender eyes and reached out to take the soup. He took some with a spoon. The
fragrance came to his nose. The taste of soup was very light and did not cover the aroma of the
ingredients in any way. He took another sip and responded with a serious look, "Pretty nice."
"Really?"
"Well, it was my comment from the heart."
He spoke seriously and did not give the impression of being perfunctory at all.
Camille said, "Then you have more. There's more here."
"Good." He responded in a low voice and finished the small bowl of soup quickly. Camille poured him
another bowl. His movements were elegant but neat, that was, each move was done in a manly
manner, yet no one felt he was too rude.
It was just nice to look at, like a character in a movie, which the actor took repeated practices to
perform.
Camille withdrew her eyes with unchanged expression, then reached for a chair and sat down at the
bedside. Ayan's voice also sounded, "It's the first time I tasted your soup. I want to drink it again
tomorrow, is it okay?"
"Sure." Camille met his gaze and asked, "What kind of soup would you like?"
"Anything cooked by you."
"Okay, then pig's feet. It just happens that your feet are injured. OK for you?"
She tilted her head, and did not forget to raise her eyebrows and smiled, looking playful. Ayan's heart
was pounding.
He laughed lightly and asked, "What do you compare me to?"
"No, you're overthinking it."
"You think I can't understand?"
He asked in a low voice.
Camille smiled, "So what do you think? What am I comparing you to?"
He naturally would not answer. She was deliberately leading him say those words himself.
How could Ayan not know about her calculations?
He was not a person who would bear to lose, so at this moment naturally it was impossible for him to
easily let Camille go. He directly reached out, pulled her into his arms and held her tight, his voice low,
asking, "Want to call me a pig?"
Camille struggled a little at first, worried about touching his injury. But after hearing his words, she gave
up and laughed.
Camille said, "I did not say so, but you said it yourself. That is what you think in your own heart, but do
not accuse me!"
She laughed so happily that her eyes narrowed into a line, and her whole body shrank weary in his
arms, making his deep black eyes shrink fiercely. The darkness under his eyes became more and more
profound, and his voice also became dark and low: "Do you feel bored to stay here with me?"
Camille pursed her lips slightly and said, "If I say yes, then you won't let me keep you company?"
"You wish!"
He said without mercy.
Camille laughed, "Then don't ask, I'm afraid you won't accept the real answer."
"Just deliberately teasing me, are you?"
"Yeah!"
"Got a hold of me, did you?"
"I didn't say that."
Ayan lightly cupped her chin, a pair of dark eyes staring, which flashed some dangerous hints. Not
waiting for Camille to be prepared, he had directly come forward and bit her chin hard. The pain caused
Camille to hiss.
"Ah!"
Ayan smiled triumphantly, his eyes slightly narrowed, his voice full of threat, "You know how to punish
me."
Camille wrinkled her brow and the smile on her face had long since disappeared as she glared angrily
at him, "You're crazy!"
"Well, I'm crazy, so be nice and stop tormenting me by moving around, huh?"
He sounded dumb to the extreme, hands around her waist tightly. Even with the clothes, Camille could
still vaguely detect the warmth of his fingers.
Her eyes fluttered and she instantly understood what he just meant by those words.
Her entire body stiffened in his arms and even dared not to breathe. It had been many times that Ayan
had used such words to suggest his reaction. Each time it reminded Camille, the distance between
them grew closer and closer.
Is this true of their hearts as well?
Probably because they did not sleep well last night, the two just nestled together for a long time and did
not speak, and then they fell asleep.
It was until late afternoon, when a knock at the door of the ward woke the two from their slumber.novelbin