Female Novel
Chapter 694 Touched
Chapter 694 Touched
His voice was low and hoarse, and the implication between his words was extremely heavy, and his
bony hand did not forget to gently pinch her cheek, and anyway, without waiting for her to say yes or
no, he got up and directly did not give her the opportunity to answer.
The first time I saw his back to the bedroom, Camille gradually came back to her senses, her cheeks
were still a little warm from his touch, and a delicate face was slightly stiff for a few seconds before
easing over.
His remorse was as easy as water, as if it had been said a thousand times.
But where Camille did not see, he took a long breath, as if the words he had just said had gathered a
lot of courage, and was afraid she would refuse, so he left without even giving her a chance to speak.
After Ayan went back to his room, Camille sat on the couch for nearly half a minute before reacting,
pursing her lips gently, but then got up and grabbed her bag and left.
She took the elevator back to her house, and then only then sent a message to Ayan: "I just
remembered I have work to do."
An excuse that doesn't look like an excuse, and when Ayan saw it he was also exasperated and
laughed.
But of course he chose to respect her, and for the next long time he did not stay at the initiative
Camille, if it was an evening meeting usually on her side, so that when the time came he left.
Since she is not ready, he will wait silently and will not force her.
Ayan's behavior Camille also gradually realized, the heart can not help but give him several points, the
feeling of ease and ease without pressure.
The Hance City Museum project has also officially begun.
The project team met with the Hance City Museum and Wind Construction Company within two days of
the dinner that night.
The curator introduced: "Mr. Evans is a graduate of the prestigious School of Architecture, but also our
museum side took a lot of effort to find a suitable candidate, the next project will be given to Mr. Evans
and Mr. Baxter two full responsibility, and I hope you two happy cooperation."
Preston said with a smile, "That's natural."
Jenson chimed in, "Of course."
The two eyes also looked at each other across the dining table and gave each other a slight nod as a
greeting.
Although Jenson's education is extremely high, and his major is architecture, but Preston never put him
in his eyes, because Preston thinks he is just a newcomer, even if there is a Wind Constructionnovelbin
Company behind him, but there is nothing great, Wind Construction Company has been Wind
Construction Company has already been penetrated by him, just a small company, some works,
although some achievements, but that's all.
So Preston does not intend to change his previous decision, what to do will still be done.
We all had dinner together in the evening, and it wasn't too late for the meal to end. Camille drove back
to Maple Leaves Mansion and was stopped by Ayan.
The two went upstairs together, and Camille asked, "Is this where I'm waiting for me specifically?"
Ayan smiled lightly, "Well, is it moving?"
Camille grunted softly and did not say anything, but he did not wait for her on purpose, just happened
to have just returned.
The Simpson Group has picked up several new projects that are among the most profitable in the next
quarter, the most important of which is in Dane City, so Ayan needs to make a trip to Dane City himself.
He's going to officially start getting busy next, too, and holding her hand already, he says, "I'm going to
Dane City tomorrow morning on business, and it might take me three or five days to get back."
"Is it so sudden?" The two had stepped into the elevator, and Camille's eyes widened subconsciously,
and her words were conditioned with surprise.
Ayan was still satisfied with her reaction and smiled lightly with hooked lips, "What? Don't want me to
go?"
Camille then realized that her reaction was a bit too big, she hastily denied: "No, it's just a bit sudden,
why didn't you tell me in advance? Why didn't you tell me in advance? I could have given you a chance
to practice in advance!"
Ayan showed a doting smile, the elevator door also followed to open, he led her out, smoothly lifted her
hand and entered the fingerprint unlocked into the house, the door only just closed, he has put Camille
directly against the door.
In the small space, she had no way to hide.
He looked down at the person in his arms and his voice was low: "Trampling me? How much do you
want me to go away?"
Camille raised her hand and hooked it around his neck, her watery eyes slightly narrowed to reveal a
smile as she said, "Why? I just want you to go with a little ceremony!"
"Tsk! You'd be so nice to me?"
"Am I not good enough for you?"
"Not enough, so treat me a little better, huh?" He lowered his head towards her, his warm nostrils close
at hand, but did not fall, just stared at her with unblinking eyes, dark eyes as if splashed with a layer of
ink and black and heavy, as if bottomless depths, just a little look will fall uncontrollably.
Camille stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss him, but she only nodded lightly and was ready to
leave, but how could Ayan give her the chance?
After all, she rarely takes the initiative like this, and when she catches a chance, she won't let it go.
Ayan instructed her a lot of things and told her that she would be chauffeured to and from work, and
that this time he would only take Kian on his business trip and leave her with a driver, plus he arranged
an assistant for her in case she needed help.
He is also from Simpson Group and has been working under Ayan for many years, and his ability and
quality are very high.
Because the next day to go on a business trip, this night Ayan tired to the early morning after the
person did not want to leave, there was a moment he wanted to stay directly without her nod, but finally
resisted.
Ayan didn't send Camille on his business trip, he left early in the morning and sent her a message
before boarding, then Camille's side got busy too.
The office chosen for the museum side was in the Hance City Museum Center building, and nearly ten
people, including Camille, arrived one after another.
We already met last night, so there's no need to introduce ourselves again.
Jenson, as the specific person in charge of the Hance City Museum, gave a detailed explanation to the
architects and Preston, saying, "I think we all know the initiative this time, everything is based on
innovation and novelty, but in the premise of innovation and novelty, we cannot lose the dignified style
of the museum, because This is not corporate and personal, the design style represents the image of
Hance City, we are to show to the public, so please give me a draft of the architectural design that you
think is possible within two days for the architects here."
Jenson's message was clear: all five architects present needed to give a draft design.
This is obviously fair for everyone.
All the architects in the room looked at each other, but none of them said anything because they were
clear that their top boss was Preston, which was what Preston had hinted at the beginning.
Jenson, who could not get a response, also frowned slightly, his face revealed a few light smiles and
asked, "Why is everyone not talking? Is there any opinion about my arrangement?"
Louise was the first to say, "I'd like to hear from Mr. Baxter, because Mr. Evans and Mr. Baxter are both
project leaders, and it's important that Mr. Baxter speaks up, right?"
Jenson nodded, his eyebrows raised slightly, his manner always gentle and humble: "Mr. Baxter, what
do you think of my meaning?"
Preston then raised his eyes to meet Jenson's gaze, he said: "Mr. Evans is very thoughtful, but I think
this is too slow, I think we should choose an architect representative, the representative of the main
architect, several other architects for the auxiliary architects, so with the match is not better? "
After Preston's words, Jenson was also briefly silent, and then nodded: "Mr. Baxter is right, it is me who
is thinking too one-sidedly."
"Why not? We are just for the project, since Mr. Evans agrees with me, let's pick an architect
representative, who do you think is suitable, Mr. Evans?"
"Mr. Baxter what do you think?"
Preston's gaze circled around and finally his eyes landed on Camille.