Female Novel
Chapter 992: Funny
Chapter 992: Funny
Rex hesitated for a moment, wearing a troubled expression on his face. Then, he quickly caught up
and said in a gentle tone, "Ayan, can we talk? If you need help, I'm here for you."
"Shut up!" Ayan snapped.
Rex didn't ask any further questions and assumed that Ayan had some hidden issues. After all, even
Sienna hadn't disclosed much, and she had warned him not to mention it to anyone. Otherwise, he
wouldn't be allowed back into the master bedroom. This threat was undoubtedly effective against Rex.
After their walk, it was already dark outside.
The five of them parted ways at the villa's entrance and went to their respective homes.
Perhaps tired from their walk and playtime, Timmy felt a bit sleepy. Camille entrusted him to the nanny
to take him upstairs for a bath.
Camille and Ayan leaned against the sofa in the living room. The TV was playing a recently launched
singing variety show, where popular young singers critiqued former stars whose styles had fallen out of
favor. These once-famous singers, while no longer as popular, had created classics known far and
wide. However, the current popular music styles were different from those in the past, resulting in their
songs having little appeal today. In contrast, the singers with average talent but a trendy image were
thriving.
Camille watched quietly for a while and couldn't help but comment, "This is so frustrating."
Ayan, understanding what she meant, casually picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. He
said, "That should make you less frustrated. If it's still not enough, I can have Kian pull this show off the
air."
He wasn't just making empty promises. If she agreed, he would do it.
Camille wasn't that bored, though. After all, everyone had their choices to make, and perhaps the
contrast was necessary to highlight the talents of these past stars. It might even be a good thing for
them.
Camille quickly said, "No, I'm not that domineering."
"Does that mean you won't get angry?" He looked at her and asked.
Camille just pursed her lips and said softly, "I'm not really angry."
Ayan's gentle gaze remained fixed on her, and his expression was always tender. His voice was
equally soft as he asked, "Did you tell Sienna about us?"
Camille was slightly surprised by this sudden question. Judging from his expression, Sienna had
probably mentioned it to Rex, and Rex had just asked him about it.
Camille didn't evade or hesitate; she answered candidly, "Yes, I mentioned it this afternoon at the
office. She was bound to find out sooner or later, so I didn't plan to keep it from her."
"You're honest with her," Ayan said with a hint of bitterness, but Camille didn't feel the need to explain
further.
The conversation on this topic ended there.
The two of them didn't stay downstairs for long and soon went back to their bedroom. Naturally, they
lived together.
After taking a shower, Camille stood on the balcony to get some fresh air. She could faintly hear the
sound of water running from the bathroom, and she couldn't help but find it amusing.
Perhaps their relationship was unique among them?
But they were adults, and there was no room for pride or grievances.
Tonight, however, Camille wanted to tease Ayan a little.
Camille returned to bed, and shortly after, Ayan emerged from the bathroom. The atmosphere in the
room was unusually quiet, as if they could hear each other's heartbeat.
Wrapped in a towel, Ayan, his hair still wet, slowly approached the bedside from a higher vantage point
and looked down at Camille. He asked, "Are you going to sleep?"
Camille replied, "Yes."
Ayan's deep gaze fixed on her. "Aren't you waiting for me?"
Camille smiled faintly and asked, "Mr. Simpson, do I need to wait even when I'm going to sleep?"
"I've suffered so much today. Aren't you going to make it up to me?" He hinted at something more with
his deep, alluring eyes.
Camille, however, pretended not to understand, and her expression remained cold. She said, "What
have you suffered, Mr. Simpson? You can't bring your business demeanor into this with me. I'd feel
quite aggrieved if you treated me that way."
After saying this, Camille's lips curled into a slight smile, and her gaze seemed to tell Ayan that she
wouldn't fall for his trap.
Ayan looked helpless as he reached out and held her hand, gently squeezing it in his palm. His lips
curled up in a faint smile as he spoke in a soft voice, "Tell me, what should I do?"
She pursed her lips and replied calmly, "I'm tired. I spent the whole afternoon at the university, and then
we took a long walk. I can't open my eyes right now. So, can I sleep?"
She feigned a pitiful look, leaving Ayan unable to say no.
Camille withdrew her hand from his palm and whispered, "So, goodnight?"
Ayan sensed that something was amiss with her tone and casually asked, "Goodnight?"
"Yes, goodnight."
"Are you suggesting I should leave tonight?"
"Are you planning to stay?" Camille looked genuinely surprised, as if she hadn't expected this at all.
She continued, "Ayan, your behavior isn't great for my reputation. We are officially divorced, so it's
better to maintain some distance, right?"
"Maintain distance?" Ayan almost gritted his teeth and a cold smile formed on his lips. He sneered,
"Camille, are you trying to torment me?"
Camille felt wronged and said, "How could you think that? Don't misunderstand me."
Ayan couldn't be bothered to respond further. He got up and went to blow-dry his hair, leaving Camille
with an unhappy silhouette. Despite this, Camille couldn't help but smile.
However, her smile didn't last long, as Ayan's relentless punishment left her exhausted. One word to
describe her: tired.
The sounds in the master bedroom continued until dawn began to break. Camille had fallen asleep
long ago and had no energy left to tease Ayan. Ayan, wearing a smile on his face, gazed at her beside
him. His lips formed a noticeable curve as he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. His voice
was tender as he said, "Go to sleep."novelbin
Camille slept until almost the afternoon, so she had no way of going to the office in the morning.
Before leaving in the morning, Ayan had told the nanny not to wake Camille up and instructed Timmy
not to disturb her upstairs. As a result, Camille slept very well, and it was Sienna's phone call that
finally woke her up.
This was Sienna's tenth call. If she didn't answer this time, Sienna was ready to come to her house.
Camille answered the call, and Sienna sounded concerned. "Why haven't you been replying to
messages or answering your phone? What are you doing?"
Camille sounded tired as she replied, "What's up? I was asleep and didn't hear anything."
"You're still in bed?" Sienna asked in surprise, her voice tinged with teasing. "Is someone with you, or
are you alone?"
Camille naturally didn't want to answer, so she asked, "Why did you call me?"
"Aren't you coming to the office?" Sienna asked. "That student is here, so when are you coming?"
Camille suddenly remembered that she had work today. She had arranged to meet with Zack for a
meeting.
Camille sighed and said, "You can talk to him about it, discuss the compensation and the guidelines,
and we need to sign a confidentiality agreement. If there are any violations, there will be penalties."
As the design assistant, she would naturally expose to him information about the competition entries. In
her line of work, one had to be extremely careful, as a small mistake could lead to accusations of
plagiarism, and she had experienced such rumors and gossip before.
Therefore, Camille was cautious and did her best to avoid giving anyone the opportunity to criticize her.
Sienna agreed with Camille's instructions. "Alright, I'll follow your arrangement. Are you coming to the
office later?"
"No."
Sienna teased, "Are you two celebrating your divorce? You seem so happy."