Female Novel
Chapter 672 Crippled
Chapter 672 Crippled
Camille pursed her lips tightly, the expression on her face could already be described as impatient.
She said indifferently, "After you are discharged from the hospital, let Kian tell the maids at home to
take good care of you."
The implication of this was self-evident: she didn't want to take care of him after he was out of the
hospital.
The expression on Ayan's face immediately sank. Because he was holding her from behind, Camille
could not see his expression, but she didn't have to think about it before she knew that he must have
had some displeasure when he heard those words, but Camille had no intention of stopping.
She continued, "I don't think you really want me to take care of you, and I'm not a professional, so I'm
still rusty on a lot of things. And the company is in a slump for a while, so I may have to start getting
busy too."
After she finished her words, the man behind her didn't respond. And only after a long time did she
hear the man's gloomy voice, "Since when did you want to say these words to me?"
When?
On impulse.
Because she hadn't thought about it before, just because his demeanor just now was so difficult and
made her feel so tired.
Camille did not say anything. Ayan would not stop there, his tight grip slightly loosened, and then
turned her whole body over.
The two eyes locked, the man's expression with a forced look: "Afraid that I will continue to pester you,
so you hurry to give me a precautionary shot in advance?"
The questioning words made her look as indifferent as ice, and she looked at him without much
temperature: "If that's what you think, then forget it! Anyway, don't you believe anything I say?"
Camille really didn't understand why she was always getting into trouble for just one or two words.
How can he always be more than he needs to be?
Just now it was the same. It was he who first started it. How did it end up being her fault?
Camille frowned slightly, her expression a little cold.
The two just stared at each other, and the atmosphere was followed by silence.
After a while, Camille turned her eyes and tried to turn around to continue organizing her things, but
she had just turned around again when she was pulled directly into Ayan's arms, and his chilling fingers
cupped her chin and lowered her head and kissed her.
Camille's eyes were wide open, and she just looked at his handsome face close to hers. It was
overflowed with scour.
She frowned and waited until he had kissed her enough, and the hand that was holding her was
withdrawn, and she subconsciously took a step back.
Her action made Ayan's eyes slightly narrowed. He looked at her without much emotion. The two didn't
speak any more.
Kian came back from the hospital. He took his things to the car and then brought the wheelchair to
push Ayan downstairs.
But Ayan didn't sit down and just said indifferently, "I'm not crippled yet."
His tone was not good. Kian immediately understood. He was in a bad mood.
Kian gave up the wheelchair, then held out his hand for Ayan to use as a crutch and left the ward.
Camille did not want to ride in the same elevator with him, so she deliberately delayed until he came
downstairs and then took his belongings downstairs.
When she came down to the hospital underground garage, Ayan was already in the car sitting in the
back seat.
After she got in, Kian looked back at the two people in the back seat, neither of whom he could afford
to offend.
Kian asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, back to Hanyama Mansion or the Simpson's
mansion?"
Camille did not say anything, leaving this answer to Ayan.
He looked expressionlessly out the window, and did not immediately respond to Kian's inquiry. Kian
also dare not continue to ask questions, could only keep quiet waiting. The atmosphere in the car was
also quiet.
After a long time, he said indifferently, "Go to Maple Leaves Mansion."
Camille heard these words and turned her head to look at Ayan, her face slightly stiffened, and asked
in a low voice: "You want to move to Maple Leaves Mansion? It's not convenient for you nowto live in
Maple Leaves Mansion. Hanyama Mansion or the Simpson's mansion is better!"
Ayan said in a light voice, "Just go to Maple Leaves Mansion."
Kian nodded, not daring to look at the two in the back seat. He got back in the driver's seat and put on
his seat belt and drove away from the hospital basement.
The atmosphere of the two people in the back seat is also a bit gloomy.
Ayan did not make a sound, and Camille did the same, and the two remained silent.
The car drove for a distance. Giving up tightly pursing her lips, Camille then slowly said, "Ayan, do not
vent on own body just because you are angry with me. In Hanyama Mansion, everything is convenient
for you. Even the most basic bathroom will be larger, which will be good to your foot."
Camille whispered without much emotion, so her words sounded indifferent with no ripples.
Ayan's face low and his deep eyes cold as ice, he said indifferently, "You're afraid that I'll move in with
you?"
Camille was slightly stunned and completely silent.
Because she did have this concern in her heart, but compared to it, Ayan's foot injury was naturally
more important now.
It was understandable that she had this concern, because now they were divorced in Camille's mind. If
Ayan took this opportunity to really move in with her, would they continue to live together next?
Camille didn't want this. She didn't want to turn soft and agree to his demands just because he was
hurt, and didn't want to live together naturally in this way.
Although they had long been honest with each other about what had happened, there were some
things Camille didn't want to compromise on.
When Camille was silent, Ayan also immediately understood her answer. Hooking his lips and smiling
lightly, his words revealed a dark sarcasm: "Don't worry, I'm not moving in with you, I just think living in
Maple Leaves Mansion, I won't be bothered by Rex and the others."
Camille blinked subconsciously. She pursed her lips and withdrew her gaze from his words.
The two arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion in silence. Ayan's house is in the same building as Camille's,
but the floors were different and he lived higher up.
Camille and Kian accompanied Ayan upstairs. The place had been cleaned up and everything was
there, so there was no need to prepare things in a hurry.
Ayan had been sitting on the sofa in the living room since he came back. The sunlight shining in
through the window and falling on him, his eyes open and leaning on the sofa, his eyes staring out the
window without movement, and they didn't know what he was thinking about.
Kian put everything down, then went to Ayan and spoke in a low voice: "Mr. Simpson, I've alreadynovelbin
informed the housemaid to come and take care of your three meals a day. Yu can tell me if you have
other needs. I still have things to deal with in the company, so I'll go back to the company first and
come back later."
"Hmm." Ayan spared his words, his handsome face etched with indifference.
Kian nodded and was ready to go.
But the next second, Ayan said, "You needn't come over, keep an eye on things in the company, you
can find an assistant to take care of me."
"An assistant?" Kian froze slightly, his eyes subconsciously looking at Camille who was coming out of
the bedroom. He asked with some confusion, "Mr. Simpson, what kind of assistant do you need to
find?"
"What do you think?"
Ayan did not answer, raised his eyes slightly to Kian, and then stopped talking.
Kian didn't know the answer either, but didn't dare to ask any more questions. He said goodbye to
Camille and Ayan and then left.
After hearing the door close, Camille's eyes then fell on Ayan, who was sitting there, already looking
out the window again.
She pursed her lips slightly and spoke in a low voice, "Since you asked Kian to find an assistant for
you, I'll go first."
Having said that, Camille gave him a look that got no response, and it would be a bit cheeky of her to
stay any longer.
Because of Ayan's attitude, she also felt a bit aggrieved, so she didn't stay a second longer, grabbed
her bag and left.