Female Novel
Chapter 666 The Look On His Face
Chapter 666 The Look on His Face
Kian froze, because he also sat there for a while last night, but Ayan did not say anything.
Why is it now...
Kian, of course, did not dare to question. He could only look at Ayan waiting for the storm to come. But
after five or six seconds, he only heard Ayan indifferently said: "Go buy a softer folding bed and put it
next to me, so she can sleep on the folding bed at night."
Kian nodded immediately after a slight pause. "Sure, I'll go get it right away."
"Get a comfortable one."
"Don't worry, I know."
Kian nodded vigorously, then took away the signed documents before exiting the ward.
With Rex and Kian gone one after another, Ayan was left completely alone in the ward.
He leaned on bed and swept his gaze out the window before picking up his phone and glancing at it. It
was just over an hour since Camille had left the ward, but he felt that most of the day had passed.
Once he thought of this, the expression on his face became more and more sullen.
He also couldn't help but question in his heart if she was never worried about him.
So long away without a message and phone call. Had he been completely left behind by her?
Knowing that his foot was injured and he couldn't walk, she didn't care why he was angry.
Thinking of all these details, Ayan became even more gloomy.
Just as he was fiddling with his phone and preparing to find an excuse to call Camille on his own
initiative, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.
He didn't look down to see who it was.
He guessed it must be Camille.
So without even looking at it, he pressed the answer directly, his voice with a hint of questioning: "You
still remember to call me? I thought you would never contact me after you left. Anyway, you have been
away for almost two hours and have no intention of coming back. Now calling to tell me what? Are you
still not coming to the hospital now?"
"Ayan, what are you talking about?" Ayan's words had just finished when Rex's voice sounded.
He immediately took the phone to his eyes and scanned it. It was not Camille but Rex. His handsome
face immediately darkened.
His cold gaze was filled with sullenness, and he questioned indifferently, "Are you idle? If you're so idle,
you can go snatch your woman back from another man. I think you deserve Sienna to dump you for
Mario if you're such a staggerer."
Rex laughed instead of being angry and said, "Ayan, what are you so angry about? Did you just say
those words to Camille? What, did Camille leave you in the hospital to go out with someone else? Tsk!
Then you're really pathetic too, so you are no better than me."
"What do you mean?"
"Guess who I saw Camille is with?" Rex sat in the car, staring at the two people not far away. They had
been talking for several minutes, even in a place like the hospital. There was really a lot to talk about.
Rex told Ayan as he thought, "How do Camille and Jordan know each other? Did you introduce them to
each other? I saw them chatting happily, like they had a lot to talk about!"
Ayan was suddenly speechless. His handsome face revealed emotions that were more than sulking.
The bottom of his deep eyes flickered with shock, which slowly turned into coldness, and then he tried
to hold back.
Rex could not hear his reply, and did not dare to continue to stir it up, or he would be the one asking for
trouble.
Rex said, "Ayan, why don't you say something? Do you want me to come straight over?"
"No need, mind your own business." After saying that, he simply cut off the phone.
He threw the phone away, his face covered with gloom for a long time.
A few minutes later, Camille pushed open the door and came in to see him leaning expressionlessly on
the bed and his deep eyes staring out the window. No one knew what he was thinking.
She was carrying soup and some fruit in her hand, and even when she came in, she didn't draw any
attention from him.
Camille frowned slightly, and after putting the fruit on the coffee table and walking over with the soup,
she said softly, "Do you want some now?"
Her voice was emotionless, light and quiet.
Ayan then raised his eyes to look at her. It was peaceful in his eyes, but it made her feel strange.
Camille asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Where have you been?"
They both asked almost in unison.
They just looked at each other. Ayan didn't talk, so Camille said, "Where do you think I can go?"
She swept the bento box on the small table, which had soup inside. After leaving the hospital, she went
straight to the supermarket near Maple Leaves Mansion to buy the ingredients and then went back to
Maple Leaves Mansion to wash up and make soup.
She had been busy until now.
She just had a quick and simple breakfast , and now he was asking her in a questioning tone where
she had been.
Camille sighed helplessly and sat down on a chair as she asked, "I don't know what exactly you're
angry about. It was fine yesterday, just because I came over late last night? But I told you, I went back
to the Simpson's mansion to be with Timmy, and it took time to get back and forth, and I don't think
there's anything to be upset about, so I really don't see what's wrong with you."
Ayan slightly narrowed his eyes, and the look under his eyes was indifferent. "Besides that, you have
nothing to hide from me today?"
Camille furrowed her brow: "What are you trying to say? If you think I'm hiding something from you,
why don't you just ask Kian to get you the surveillance video of me?"
"Camille!" his voice was slightly lower, and the tone of his voice when he called her name turned up. He
said, "I didn't mean it that way. I just don't want you to keep things from me."
Camille's gaze turned cold as well and she said, "I don't know what matter you are referring to, or do
you think you need to know every bit of what has happened since I left you? If that's the case, then I'm
sorry. I may not be able to do that, and I need my own personal space."
The two looked at each other. Camille stopped talking, and Ayan was silent.
Although both stayed in the ward, neither intended to have any conversation or interaction.
It was getting quieter and quieter. Camille was looking down at her phone, not knowing what she was
looking at, but she seemed much more at ease than Ayan, who kept staring at her.novelbin
Such a feeling made Ayan feel a burst of displeasure. The expression on his face also became more
and more gloomy and cold and deep black eyes were also cold. With a low and hoarse voice, he said:
"I am thirsty."
Camille's eyelids fluttered, and there was a two-second pause before she got up and poured water and
put it into his hand, then returned to the couch and sat down again.
It was quiet again.
About a few minutes later, his emotionless voice sounded again, "Turn on the TV for me."
Camille did as he told. The TV was on, and it was showing one of the hottest variety shows of the day,
filmed in Hance City, with stars from the Simpson Group's entertainment company. And because it was
a variety show, naturally there was a lot of laughters. Camille thought Ayan wouldn't like it, so she took
the initiative and asked. "What do you want to watch? Financial news?"
Ayan instantly frowned, and indifference shone under his eyes: "I'm a patient now. I don't want to see
that kind of boring stuff."
Camille: "So what do you want to watch?"
"Watch what you like!" He said.
Camille asked, "Aren't you going to watch it?"
"Hmm."
"Then turn it off!"
"No." He wrinkled his brow and said without much emotion, "You watch what you like, I'll listen to the
sound, otherwise it's too quiet for me."
He didn't like quiet?
When did it start?
Camille looked bewildered.