Female Novel
Chapter 820: Matchmaking
Chapter 820: Matchmaking
Ayan couldn't help but chuckle at her question. "If I wanted to coax you, shouldn't I just tell you directly
that I'm doing all this because of you and it wouldn't benefit Simpson Group in any way. Wouldn't that
make you even more touched?"
"So, are you saying that you're trying to coax me?" Camille asked.
He leaned in closer, his entire being inclining towards Camille, his deep gaze fixed on her without
wavering.
His direct and intense gaze made Camille feel defenseless. She pushed him away, stood up from the
office chair, and tried to move away. But Ayan smoothly pulled her into his embrace.
He said, "Did you hear what I said and feel unhappy because you think I'm not coaxing you?"
"Am I that petty?"
"Well, I think you are. If you weren't petty, why haven't you accepted me yet?"
Camille laughed, "Maybe it's because I'm not entirely satisfied with how you pursued me?"
Ayan gently pinched her chin, his eyes deep, his voice husky. "Then tell me, what exactly do you want
to be satisfied?"
"I won't say it. If I say it, then it means I'm teaching you, right?" Camille reached out and lightly circled
her hands around his neck. Following that was her passionate and fierce kiss.
Afterwards, her lips were slightly swollen and tinged with a faint red color. Her eyes looked at him with
a coquettish hint of dissatisfaction.
But Ayan became even more enamored by her appearance. He narrowed his eyes and his gaze
intensified. His voice became even huskier as he said, "Don't look at me like that, hmm? Otherwise, I
won't be able to control myself."
Oh no, help!
It was clearly him who made her like this, but now it seemed like it was her responsibility?
Camille glared at him fiercely, then casually brought up an old matter. She asked, "Who is Alicia? I
heard she's been coming to see you often lately."
"Who told you that?" he asked calmly.
She said, "To avoid unwanted attention, one must be careful with their actions. After all, Mr. Simpson's
affairs attract a lot of people's attention. There are no secrets in this world. Your behavior is easily
subject to scrutiny, and it may cost you. So, you should be cautious."
Listening to her words, Ayan couldn't help but laugh. He said, "I'll fire Kian later."novelbin
"It's up to you. But it makes you appear more guilty. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, would you
have planned to keep it from me?" She pretended to be displeased, lightly humming, her gaze fixed on
him, waiting for an answer.
Ayan didn't think she was genuinely angry. He simply answered truthfully, no different from Kian's
response.
Camille asked, "So, do you really need Nores Group's land and want to collaborate with them?"
"I do need that land from Nores Group, but it's not necessary to collaborate with them. The location of
that land is currently unfavorable, but its future development potential is significant. If Simpson Group
loses interest in the land, other companies will as well. And such a large piece of land isn't something
anyone can acquire easily."
"If that's the case, why do you appear so interested now?"
"I need to show interest. Otherwise, how can I make this land seem valuable when I lose interest?"
Ayan smiled, showing that he had everything planned. It had to be said that he always came prepared.
He didn't continue speaking, but the meaning behind his words was understood by both of them.
Camille stayed in the company for an afternoon. Originally, she planned to chat and then go home to
rest. However, Ayan insisted that she stay in the company and accompany him.
She ended up staying for the whole afternoon.
During that time, several executives and assistants came in to report work and greet them, all politely
and respectfully nodding to Camille, who was sitting on the couch.
Camille remained composed, but internally she felt indescribable emotions. She felt a bit nervous, as if
she were an animal in a zoo being observed by passersby.
With this thought, she gave an annoyed glare at the culprit, Ayan.
Finally, after enduring the workday, Ayan held her hand and left the office. It was the end of the
workday, so they were drawing some attention from a few onlookers.
Soon, the news spread within the company's internal chat group.
"Did you see it? Mr. Simpson was holding hands with Mrs. Simpson. So tender! Mrs. Simpson
accompanied Mr. Simpson in the office for the whole afternoon. What do you think they were doing
inside?"
"Probably kissing and hugging?"
"Nonsense! I went in to report work, but Mr. Simpson didn't pay attention. He kept sneaking glances at
Mrs. Simpson sitting on the couch. Oh God, at that moment, I wanted to cut my wrists and commit
suicide to make space for them."
"Hahaha, hilarious!"
"I declare that from today onwards, I'm a fan of Mr. Simpson and Mrs. Simpson, the ultimate couple in
reality. Anyone who says a word against them, I'll rip their heads off and use them as balls."
"Count me in!"
"Add me too!"
"While you're shipping them, I'm wondering when Mr. Simpson and Mrs. Simpson will have a second
child."
"To be honest, I want to know too!"
Everyone was chatting away, completely forgetting that this was the company's internal employee
group. It wasn't until Kian saw it and typed a message, "Discussing the president privately will result in
a salary deduction."
"Ah! Kian, why didn't you remind us earlier? We can't take it back now, what should we do?"
"..."
After complaining frenziedly in the group for a while, they finally realized, as long as Kian doesn't say
anything, how could Ayan see the chat?
Mr. Simpson is busy with countless work. How could he have time to peek at the chat?
Then they started privately messaging Kian, telling him to let it slide. Kian naturally wouldn't say
anything. But seeing the two people in the rearview mirror, he also began to feel envious. He should be
the person who knows their relationship best, other than the two themselves.
If he sold the gossip, he would probably become rich?
With this thought, Kian couldn't help but chuckle.
Camille happened to catch sight of this unintentionally and asked, "Kian, why are you laughing?"
Kian instantly froze, and Ayan also looked at him. Both of them waited for his response, which made
him stiffen for a while before he replied softly, "I just feel genuinely happy because Mrs. Simpson and
Mr. Simpson now seem to have a happy life together now."
"Oh, I understand. Kian, are you looking for love?" Camille completely misunderstood Kian's meaning
and continued, "What kind of girl do you like?"
"Mrs. Simpson, that's not what I meant. I..."
"Don't be shy, Kian. Mr. Simpson won't tease you. You're his secretary, and he cares about your
personal matters, right?" Camille glanced at Ayan, asking.
What could he say?
Of course, he said, "Yes, just say it. There's no one else here. You work hard and are busy every day,
without time for romance. If we've come to this topic, go ahead and tell us what kind of girl you like."
Kian felt as if his parents were interrogating him about his personal life. No, the pressure was even
greater than when his own parents asked.
But now, they were at a red light, and he couldn't find an excuse even if he wanted to.
Under the gaze of their eyes, he had no choice but to answer, "I don't have many requirements, as long
as our values align and we can get along harmoniously."
"Do you prefer outgoing and lively or gentle and reserved?"
"Outgoing and lively!"
"Well, let me introduce someone to you!"
Camille responded smoothly.
Then Kian froze, and so did Ayan.
Ayan asked, "Who are you going to introduce?"