Female Novel
Chapter 910: Explanation
Chapter 910: Explanation
Her indifference and a tone that seemed to ask, "Isn't this a trivial matter? Why get angry?" made
Ayan's expression even more unpleasant.
He looked at her, a faint trace of anger passing through his eyes, though not overtly displayed. His
voice remained hoarse as he said, "Just drinking? Camille, in a private room with only you and Sienna,
surrounded by other guys. Is that not worth being upset over? Do you think I should foot the bill for both
of you to have a good time?"
The more Ayan spoke, the more his anger seemed to rise, and he ended up chuckling in exasperation.
A subtle curve appeared on his thin lips, and his deep gaze retained a cold, distant chill. He locked
eyes with Camille, the tense silence between them punctuated only by her raspy voice, "Then how
about that you secretly went to the airport to pick up Eileen? In comparison, do you think what I did
would make you angry, or what you did would make me angrier?"
Camille slightly narrowed her eyes, her expression on her face revealing a hint of coolness. She spoke
in a calm and composed voice, "You hid things from me. How did you respond when I asked you?
Ayan, I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it."
Camille raised her hand to gently push Ayan away and put on her slippers. She walked into the living
room and took a seat on the sofa.
The night seemed unusually quiet, a quietness that began to feel stifling.
Ayan's face remained stern, and his gaze held a distant intensity. He locked eyes with Camille, his
voice slightly mellowing as he continued, "I can explain."
She didn't respond, her gaze warm and calm as she looked directly at him. He said, "Eileen did come
back, and I did go pick her up. I've told you about her situation. The reason I haven't confronted her
directly is that she and Preston share a common goal. I want to know what that goal is."
"It has nothing to do with me. All I know is that Grandma's death is related to Eileen. She went to the
hospital, that's an undeniable fact. Although I haven't figured out who made her do this or what other
reasons might be behind it, if you continue to defend her, I don't think we have much to discuss
between us," Camille said, her tone still devoid of any emotional excitement, as if she were discussing
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Ayan paused slightly, raising his gaze. He continued, "Nothing to discuss? You still think I'm defending
Eileen? What do I need to do for you to believe me? Don't we have even the basic level of trust
between us?"
Camille's gaze hardened for a moment, her voice indifferent. "It's because you don't make me trust
you."
Camille's stance was firm, indicating that she wasn't willing to let this matter slide with just a couple of
explanations.
He reached out and held Camille's hand, speaking softly, "Alright, I admit I overlooked this matter. Can
I make it up to you now?"
She remained silent.
He continued, "Eileen's sudden return probably has something to do with Preston. As for her intentions
this time, I don't know yet. Currently, the only information I have is that she called after returning,
specifically on the evening we had dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Bell."
Actually, he didn't need to say it for Camille had already guessed it out. However, for Camille, she
hoped Ayan, as her partner, could be more candid, without anything hidden from her.
She took a quiet breath, her expression still detached. She said, "Eileen's business with me, I hope you
won't get involved. No matter what the reason, I won't accept it. Now that she's back, I don't need to
look so far ahead. If things aren't clarified, I won't give up."
Perhaps others might feel that with the passage of time, certain matters would fade away, but for some
things, they could never be erased no matter how many years went by.
Ayan fell into silence, his eyes fixedly staring at her. His thin lips curved slightly, and his handsome face
carried a profound sense of gravity.
Camille lightly bit her lip, her tone frosty, "Do you have anything to say? Or do you have no intention of
doing as I suggested? I don't care how you plan to use Eileen, but I won't stand idly by while she
continues to act arrogantly in front of me."
Having said her piece, she stood up and walked toward the bedroom. As she was about to enter the
hallway leading to the bedroom, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Without turning back, she uttered,
"Ayan, you have your boundaries, but I have mine too. I can let you handle Cora because she harmed
not just me but also the Simpsons. As long as you feel your actions are enough to punish her, that's
sufficient. But Eileen harmed the most important person to me, and I can't do nothing about it."
With that, she resumed walking and entered the bedroom.
Camille's words fully conveyed her inner thoughts. Her frankness and unyielding determination clearly
revealed how much the matter concerning Eileen meant to her.
As for Eileen's situation, they had discussed it recently. If Eileen truly was Preston's sibling, then Ayan
wouldn't spare her. After all, Eileen and Preston were allies. However, now that Eileen had
unexpectedly returned and maintained communication with Ayan, Camille found it difficult to
comprehend and remained puzzled by the situation.
Thus, Camille aimed to communicate clearly with Ayan. Due to her grandmother's case, she couldn't
pretend she was unaware of his connection with Eileen. She needed to use her recent attitude to
remind Ayan not to forget the link between her grandmother's death and Eileen.
Camille took a deep breath and, after showering, lay down.
It was already late into the night, and Camille had no sleepiness. But when she heard the sound of the
bedroom door opening, she immediately closed her eyes, feigning sleep.
Ayan entered the bedroom, looking at the slightly raised portion of the bed. His expression was heavy,
his brows slightly furrowed. He stood there for almost half a minute before eventually heading to the
bathroom to freshen up.
That night, both were lost in their thoughts, and neither slept well.
The following morning, Camille woke up to find that Ayan had already left for work.
Seemingly aware that Camille wasn't too keen on having breakfast together, he had left her breakfast
prepared before heading out.
At the office, Ayan immediately called for Kian, his voice low and serious, "Has there been any
movement from Eileen these past couple of days?"
Kian shook his head, saying, "She's stayed at the hotel. She called me twice, wanting to have a meal
with you. I turned her down, with the excuse of your busy work schedule and commitments."
Ayan's expression remained unchanged, his deep gaze shrouded in darkness, an icy coldness lurking
within. He looked at Kian and said, "If she wants to meet me, invite her to the office."
Kian hesitated for a moment, not entirely understanding Ayan's intentions, but he nodded in
agreement.
Subsequently, Kian reported on the situation with Quintus, saying, "After leaving home with Cora,
Quintus checked into a hotel in town, where they've been staying. They haven't shown any other
intentions. It's unclear what he's up to."
Ayan furrowed his brows, his thin lips pressed into a straight line. After a few seconds of contemplation,
he spoke, his tone casual, "Since he's not planning to do anything, let's give him something to do.
Being this idle seems far too easy."
Kian appeared puzzled, looking at Ayan. "Mr. Simpson, what should we do then?"