Female Novel
Chapter 948: Liberation
Chapter 948: Liberation
"Yeah, the designer arrived in Hance this morning. Mom arranged for someone to receive her. We've
set a meeting for tomorrow morning, and we should take the designer out for lunch around noon." The
designer had personally come to Hance to make Camille's wedding dress, so it was only natural to
treat her to a meal. Otherwise, it would not be nice enough.
Ayan had no objections to Camille's suggestion. "I'll go along with whatever you arrange."
"Then it's up to you to choose the restaurant."
"Sure."
Ayan patted the seat beside him, and Camille walked over to sit down. Timmy nestled into Camille'snovelbin
arms. "Mommy, hug me."
Camille gently held Timmy, and Ayan held Camille. The three of them created an extremely
harmonious and blissful picture.
The next morning, around nine o'clock, Camille and Ayan headed to the hotel where the designer was
staying. It was a high-end hotel in Hance City, arranged by Talia.
Upon arriving at the hotel suite, the designer was already waiting.
In addition to the designer, there were also her assistant and bodyguard. Although this trip was kept
confidential and private, they had arranged for a bodyguard to accompany her just in case.
After greeting each other, the three of them formally began discussing today's agenda.
The designer was a foreigner, and the conversation was conducted entirely in Spanish. Since both
Camille and Ayan were proficient in Spanish, communication was smooth without any issues.
The designer inquired about Camille's preferred style and requirements. After careful consideration,
Camille spoke, "I want something simple, not too elaborate. Also, I hope that the dress will maintain its
color accuracy even after many years."
Camille didn't prefer overly ornate wedding dresses. While they might look good, they could be tiring to
wear. She didn't want to feel exhausted on her wedding day. She desired a sense of ease, whether it
was related to the wedding proceedings or the dress itself.
Having recently looked at many wedding dress samples, she was overwhelmed by the choices.
Although there were many beautiful options, it was hard to pick a favorite. So, she entrusted the
responsibility to the designer. During this time, she didn't plan to keep track of the progress or look at
design images. She wanted to experience a fresh surprise when she saw the final product.
Camille conveyed her desired effect, and the designer quickly came up with ideas and solutions.
She also assured her, "Mrs. Simpson, rest assured, I'll take care of color accuracy, and I'll make sure
your dress is simple but not ostentatious. On the day of the wedding, you and your dress will definitely
be the center of attention."
Camille subconsciously looked at Ayan, and the two of them shared a gentle smile. Afterward, they
chatted and drank tea for a while. This wasn't their first time meeting the designer; they had crossed
paths briefly at a foreign event before. Thus, seeing each other now wasn't entirely unfamiliar.
After chatting for a while, it was almost time for lunch.
The car arranged by Ayan was waiting downstairs at the hotel. Everyone got in the car and headed to
Darkmoor.
Ayan had already instructed Kian to book a private room and pre-order the dishes. The dishes were
brought to the table before their arrival, so they could sit down and start eating as soon as they arrived.
The meal was delightful. The designer's attitude and stylish demeanor gave the impression of someone
hard to get along with. However, after chatting for a while, Camille found her easygoing and quite
humorous.
The meal lasted for nearly two hours. Afterward, Ayan arranged for a driver to take the designer and
the others back to the hotel. Kian would drive Ayan and Camille back to Franklin Bay.
At this time, they had no plans to go to the company.
It had been a while since the two of them had gone on a date, so they planned to spend some quality
time together. They intended to go out to watch a movie and have a private evening.
Such arrangements were rare for them.
Camille had picked out a dress that she had set aside for this occasion. The colour slightly gray, giving
her a gentle and cold aura that emphasized her elegance. She also applied light makeup, with a subtle
hint of lipstick. Her long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, creating a clean and pure look.
Even Ayan was taken aback when he saw her. He had always known she was beautiful, and although
she usually dressed casually while maintaining her unique style, she rarely dressed up like she did
now.
Ayan stared at her, his deep gaze carrying a faint smile. He didn't utter a word until Camille walked up
to him.
She felt somewhat uneasy under his lingering gaze and asked softly, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
Ayan had already taken her hand, and in a husky voice, he replied, "You look too good. I almost don't
want you to go out. What should I do?"
His words were direct, causing Camille's cheeks to slightly blush. Her voice carried a hint of girlish
shyness as she responded, "Even if I look good, you'll still be holding my hand, right?"
She smiled softly, her voice exuding a shy sweetness that made Ayan's throat constrict, as if he were
holding back something.
The two of them set out together and hopped into the car. Ayan took the wheel and drove straight to
the movie theater.
Having been here before, purchasing tickets was familiar to them. After securing their tickets, Ayan
also got a tub of popcorn and a cup of cola. He handed the cola to Camille and held the popcorn, all
the while having a free hand to hold hers.
Though he was holding popcorn in his hand, there was an unspoken sense that what he held wasn't
just popcorn, but a multi-million-dollar contract.
Their appearance was eye-catching, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. They drew quite a bit of
attention as they walked, especially when standing in line. Surrounding them were young girls, and
seeing Ayan caused many of them to blush. This level of scrutiny made Ayan slightly uncomfortable.
His brows knitted slightly, his gaze carried a distinct coldness, as if he was less than pleased.
Seeing him like this, Camille found it a bit amusing. A smile tugged at her lips, a sight that Ayan didn't
miss. He fixed a dangerous gaze on her, his voice low and gentle. "Finding it amusing?"
Camille suppressed her smile, the amusement in her eyes more pronounced. She tilted her head up
slightly, meeting his gaze. Her voice was soft as she responded, "Yes, I do."
Ayan let out a soft snort, then gently pinched her cheek with the hand that held hers, as if giving her a
minor punishment.
To onlookers, however, their interaction seemed nothing more than affectionate banter between a
couple, a display of sweetness that was envy-inducing and heartwarming.
Those girls who had previously admired Ayan's looks couldn't help but whisper, "Oh my goodness, he's
so handsome. He treats his girlfriend so well."
"I'm so envious of his girlfriend. They're such a perfect match!"
"But his girlfriend is also really pretty, and they're so sweet. My goodness, they should get married right
here. I'll bring the civil registry office over immediately."
These hushed discussions, though called whispers, weren't actually that quiet during the queueing.
After all, the proximity allowed for every word to be distinctly audible. So, every single word exchanged
between Camille and Ayan reached their ears.
The two exchanged a glance. Camille, to some extent, felt a little embarrassed. It was a tad awkward,
wasn't it?
Ayan, however, wasn't the least bit embarrassed. Instead, his expression softened slightly in response
to these girls' remarks.
Thankfully, ticket verification came quickly, freeing them from this segment of being publicly discussed.
Camille let out a silent sigh and murmured, "Aren't they afraid we'll hear them?"