Chapter 1059: Flaws

Chapter 1059: Flaws

"Got it, I'l contact him directly.”

"Alright."

After ending the call, Ayan's expression turned somewhat somber.

Camille couldn't help but ask, "Is something wrong? Why didn't he

contact you personally?"

Ayan replied casually, "Probably not convenient.”

With that, he dialed Horace's number directly.

After a beep, Horace picked up after a couple of seconds.

Without waiting for Horace to speak, Ayan immediately asked, "Mr.

Burris wants to see me?"

"Yes, is Mr. Simpson available? If possible, can you come out for a

meeting?"

“Is it urgent?"

"A bit."

Ayan squinted and calmly said, "If it's urgent, why didn't you contact me

directly?"

"I thought it would be better to have my secretary arrange it, to avoid

leaving any traces," Horace considered it carefully. But Ayan didn't

mind and asked, "Can't you just tell me this way?"

“I thought it would be better to discuss it in person, so can 1?"

"Come to my house,” Ayan glanced at Camille. She didn't have any

objections of course, so he added, "If it's convenient, bring someone

with you."

Since Horace felt it was inconvenient and unsafe to discuss over the

phone, Ayan's words weren't too direct.

Horace naturally understood the implied message, replying, “Tonight's

topic includes this matter. Should I come directly to your house?"

"Yes, come over.”

Ayan said simply, then hung up his phone.

Watching his expression, Camille also asked, "Did Horace and Grace

have a fight? Does he want you to act as a mediator to smooth things

out between them?"

Since they had to meet in person to discuss it, Camille thought that this

might be the only matter worth meeting about.

Ayan shook his head, still holding Camille's hand with the hand that

had just put down his phone. He gazed thoughtfully, wondering about

Horace's purpose for the meeting.

What did he want to talk about?

Ayan said, "We'll find out soon. But it's probably related to Grace in

some way, considering that she's been living with Horace since leaving

the Armstrong family. They've had plenty of time to get to know each

other and inevitably see each other's flaws and have conflicts.”

Listening to Ayan's words, Camille sighed, "Mr. Simpson makes sense.

So, Mr. Simpson, after spending so much time with me, can you tell me

what my flaws are?"

Ayan chuckled softly, "Your flaw is that you're too distant from me. So, I

suggest you work on that flaw, alright?"

"Am I distant from you?"

Camille found those words a bit amusing, not in a self-deprecating way,

but genuinely funny, with a sense of amusement from the depths of her

heart.

She asked, a bit uncertain, “Do you really think I'm distant from you?"

“Isn't it?"

“I find it quite nice!"

He furrowed his brow and asked, "What's nice about it?"

She replied, "I find everything about it good."

Ayan gave a soft hum, "Can't even give an example?"

Camille looked at him, not anxious in the least, and calmly said, "Then,

let's compare and see who's colder toward whom."

"When have I been cold to you?"

"Back then, you didn't even want to look at me," Camille said, and she

felt a tinge of sorrow in her voice. It was a genuine feeling, a sense of

helplessness when she remembered those times.

Because he didn't like her, no matter what she did, she couldn't win his

affection.

Even though they were legally married, they only truly felt like a married

couple during certain moments.

Back then, Camille often thought, "Aren't married couples supposed to

be loving?" But their marriage eventually fell apart, and all her thoughts

became mere fantasies. The fact that they could now snuggle together

and chat like this, gossiping about things, was an image she had never

imagined.

Camille's words made Ayan instinctively recall those moments. His

expression tightened slightly, and he looked particularly distressed. His

voice was low and hoarse as he said, "I'm sorry; it's my fault."

"I didn't say it was your fault. After all, you can't force yourself to like

someone. Until the right time comes, all efforts are in vain."

“Right, I understand what you mean. So, I want to clarify one thing: I

never had any intention to not look at you. That's your own perception.”

“Isn't it true, though?" Camille felt that he was trying to make excuses,

probably afraid that she would hold this against him.

Ayan said very seriously, "If I didn't want to look at you, we wouldn't

have gotten married in the first place, let alone share a bed and have

Timmy. Do you really think I would turn on for a woman I didn't want to

look at?"

His words were direct, causing Camille's face to flush with

embarrassment.

As they locked eyes, Camille was swayed by his words.

Seeing her fall silent, he continued to press, "So, do you still think I

have no feelings for you?"

“I didn't say you have no feelings for me. I just felt that you didn't want

to see me back then.” This was Camille's perception, and she was

absolutely certain that he didn't like her during that period.

Ayan had a different perspective. He said, "I think the two are

interconnected. You want to see someone because you have feelings

for them. If you don't have feelings, you won't want to see them.”

Camille took a deep breath without saying anything more. She realized

she couldn't argue with this man and said, "Let's drop this topic. My

apologies for bringing it up.”

Ayan smiled and gently caressed her cheek, leaned in to kiss her lips,

and chuckled, "Then I'll be presumptuous too."

As they spoke, Horace arrived, coming alone.

Camille asked curiously, "Why didn't Grace come with you?"

Horace's expression darkened. After the aunt served the tea and left,

he sat in a single armchair and leaned back. His voice was hoarse as

he said, “I'm under surveillance. I couldn't dare to approach her, as I

might get caught if I'm not careful.”

"The Armstrong family's people?" Camille inquired.

“I'm not sure whose people they are, but it's likely connected to the

Armstrong family. They can watch me so openly; it probably serves

their interests. That's why I came to ask Mr. Simpson for help.”

Horace's gaze turned toward Ayan, and he continued, "Mr. Simpson, do

you still have a personal property at Maple Leaves Mansion?"

Ayan looked at Horace and understood his intentions before he finished

speaking.

Ayan calmly responded, "Do you want me to lend my property to Grace

for a temporary stay?"

“Yes, just for a while, and I'll cover the rent.”

Ayan chuckled, "Do you think I'm short on rent money?"

Camille lightly tapped him, signaling that he should be more

considerate. Horace appeared quite worried and anxious, so making

jokes might not be suitable right now.

Ayan continued, “If you want to move in, the property is vacant.

However, you're being closely watched. Are you sure you can move out

without any issues?"

“That's why I need your help.”

“Mr. Burris, I'm a businessman.”

Ayan's implications were clear.

Horace understood them too, so he took out a piece of paper from his

suit pocket and pushed it in front of Ayan. He said, "This is a share in

my investment company. I'm offering three percent as compensation.

Although it might not seem significant to Mr. Simpson, I believe this

investment company will pique Mr. Simpson's interest.”

Ayan didn't reach out to take the paper, but he could clearly see its

contents and the name of the investment company from where he was

sitting.

A hint of surprise flickered in Ayan's eyes, and he showed a somewhat

unexpected expression as he said, "Is this investment company

yours?"

"Mr. Simpson, haven't you looked into my background? Did you miss

that?" Horace chuckled lightly, appearing relaxed and unworried.