Female Novel
Chapter 962: Cool Breeze
Chapter 962: Cool Breeze
"We..."
"Oh, I get it. You're still in the 'getting to know each other' stage!" Ayan interrupted Kian, speaking
slowly. "So, you're still single, and you don't understand the feeling of having a family, someone at
home missing you. That's why I want to go back early; my wife misses me."
Kian's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned. He began to doubt if this was really Ayan.
Could someone be controlling him?
Kian was left speechless for a while and couldn't find words. Ayan, on the other hand, didn't seem to
mind at all and continued speaking as if nothing was amiss. "Hurry back, take care of your matters, and
I want to return to Hance City soon. You're not getting any younger, and you should get to know
Yessica better. So, seize this opportunity with the girl Mrs. Simpson introduced you to. You can't go
wrong with her, don't miss this chance. You'll realize the benefits of marriage once you're married.
Wherever you go, someone cares for you, and that feeling is truly wonderful."
Kian was shocked and didn't know what to say. It was almost as if Ayan was hinting at something. "Are
you saying...?"
Ayan didn't give him a chance to continue; he simply hung up.
Kian sighed in frustration; Ayan's teasing almost drove him crazy. He thought about how someone had
professed her feelings for him and was now acting like this. Shouldn't they want to know how he's
doing, or at least show some concern?
Although Kian and Yessica hadn't officially become a couple, they had frequent contact. Most of the
messages were from Yessica, as Kian was a slow mover in matters of love. He hadn't been in a
relationship before and was unsure how to act. When Camille introduced Yessica, he had accepted out
of politeness, intending to clarify his intentions later with Yessica.
Yessica was a lively and outgoing girl, and she had shown interest in him but hadn't openly confirmed
their relationship. It was more of a "I like you, but I won't force you to be with me. Even if we do get
together, I want you to confess to me" kind of situation.
So, their relationship had remained in this state until now, with Kian getting used to Yessica's presence.
Suddenly, without any warning or explanation, Yessica had gone silent. Adding to his confusion was
Ayan's unusual phone call, which left him feeling even more unsettled.
Kian maintained his silence for a while, a smile playing on his lips. Then he decided to message
Yessica, "I've been busy with something for the past couple of days. Once I'm done, can we meet in
person? I have something to discuss with you."
Yessica promptly read the message and replied, "Sure, can you pick me up? Is that okay?"
"Okay," Kian responded. Suddenly, he felt a spark of anticipation he hadn't expected.
That night seemed peaceful, but in both Hance and Fola, there was an underlying sense of
approaching storm.
As the night passed, the following morning's sunlight was still radiant. Ayan and Kian had gotten up
early, around six in the morning, and joined the secretary and other staff to head to Fola. Ayan was
busy all day, with no time to spare.
He had managed to send a message to Camille during lunch, but she hadn't replied. Ayan figured she
might be busy. However, as the day went on and there was still no response from Camille, he started to
worry. Perhaps last night's incident had embarrassed her?
Such thoughts crossed his mind but didn't linger. Instead, he decided to call Camille. However, she
didn't answer.
Ayan felt a growing sense of unease. Camille's lack of response was unusual. She had been
enthusiastic the previous day, so why was she silent now? He tried calling her again, but there was no
answer.
Growing increasingly worried, Ayan dialed the number to the residence. The housekeeper answered,
and Ayan asked, his voice tinged with urgency, "Is Mrs. Simpson at home?"
The housekeeper replied, "Mrs. Simpson hasn't returned yet. She's out having dinner with Mrs. Ward.
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"No, it's fine. Please ask Mrs. Simpson to call me when she returns."
Despite knowing Camille's schedule, Ayan's expression remained unchanged, and a faint aura of
indifference lingered on his countenance. Kian, who was by his side, noticed and quietly inquired, "Mr.
Simpson, is there something wrong?"
Ayan's face darkened, and his deep eyes remained devoid of any extra emotion. He simply said,
"Nothing, let's go back to the hotel first."
Kian nodded subtly.
Upon returning to the hotel's entrance, Ayan instructed Kian to join the secretary and others in visiting
the injured villager at the hospital. Their flight to Hance was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and the
subsequent matters were no longer of great concern to him.
Kian acknowledged with a nod before heading to the hospital. Ayan, on the other hand, returned to his
hotel room. It was already past 8 PM, yet there was still no word from Camille.
This heightened sense of unease gnawed at him. The woman who had expressed her longing for him
just yesterday had suddenly gone silent today. She wasn't responding to messages or calls. It all
seemed rather inexplicable.
Ayan resisted the urge to call Camille again and disrupt her outing with Sienna. Instead, he patiently
waited until well past 10 PM before dialing her number once more.
This time, Camille picked up after a few rings.
However, instead of speaking right away, Camille waited in silence for Ayan's voice. Ayan, too, chose
to stay silent.
After nearly half a minute of silence, Camille finally spoke, her tone cold, "You called me. Why aren't
you saying anything?"
Ayan could sense the chill in Camille's voice. His face turned serious, and his deep eyes showed
concern. His voice, a bit hoarse, finally broke the silence, "What's wrong?"
Camille replied in a casual tone, "It's nothing, really."
His voice held a hint of amusement, but his handsome face remained devoid of any discernible smile.
There was no trace of extra emotion on his features. He remarked, "You call this 'nothing'? Did what I
said bother you, or is something else on your mind?"
Camille was seated on the balcony of her bedroom. It was late at night, and a cool breeze wafted
through, but she felt no chill. Her face remained expressionless, and her gaze was unfocused. She had
one hand on her lips and was lost in thought.
She replied calmly, "Nothing's wrong."
Ayan's voice carried a hint of firmness, "Camille."
Camille continued with her cold tone, "Is everything settled on your end?"
"Yes, everything went smoothly."
"Good." Camille's tone was still emotionless. "Then we'll talk when you come back."
"Cami." Ayan's voice was firmer, with a hint of concern. "Why can't you just tell me what's going on?
Didn't we agree not to ignore each other?"