Chapter 1166: Result

Chapter 1166: Result

"Of course not; you're my most important person. The first bite naturally

belongs to you," Sienna said as she sat beside her. With an expectant

look, Sienna said, "Try it. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. I know you like

spicy food, so I specifically learned this dish just to let my baby taste

the food I made."

Listening to Sienna’s self-praise, Camille shook her head helplessly.

Then she reached for the chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef, and

tasted it. The flavor was sour and spicy, with a slight hint of toughness

in the beef, likely from the sour and spicy taste of the lotus root.

Surprisingly, the beef became more delicious the more she chewed.

Camille carefully savored the dish, eating a piece of beef and then a

slice of lotus root. It was crunchy and tender.

Sienna, on the side, kept watching her, awaiting her response. Her

eyes sparkled with anticipation. Sienna asked, "How is it? Is the taste

okay?"

Camille pursed her lips, her face bearing a faint, watery smile. The

smile seemed to console Sienna in some way.

Sienna pressed for an answer again, "How is it? Is it acceptable?"

From the initial "Is the taste good?" to “Is it acceptable?" now, it was

enough to show that Sienna was becoming a bit uncertain.

Feeling Sienna's anxiety, Camille smiled subtly and replied, "Yes, it's

delicious. It's the flavor I like."

Having said that, Camille didn't wait for Sienna to regain her

composure; she started taking another bite.

After eating several more bites continuously, Sienna finally snapped

back to reality. She wore a happy expression and said, "Really? Is it

really delicious? I knew it; I knew my cooking skills are on point. After

the design competition ends, I'm going to enroll in a cooking class.

From now on, I'll be a great chef."

Sienna had developed a love for cooking. She found it to be a stress

reliever, especially when handling ingredients and putting them in the

pot. It felt incredibly relaxing and comfortable.

Camille, watching Sienna's satisfied expression, couldn't help but

laugh. She then requested, "Don't be too full of yourself. Can you get

me a bowl of plain congee first? It's a bit overwhelming to eat this dish

alone. Although it's indeed delicious, the lotus root is a bit salty!"

Having finished her remark, Sienna happily went to the kitchen to

prepare the congee. She looked ecstatic, as if she had just won a

grand prize.

After eating a bowl of congee and enjoying most of the lotus root and

beef, Camille naturally couldn't eat much for dinner at home. So, during

dinner, Ayan was eating while she sat beside him.

Ayan, looking at her absent-minded appearance and occasionally

feeding her some dishes, found it quite amusing. He asked, "Is

Sienna's cooking so good that it left you so full that you can't eat

anything at home?"

"It's pretty good; after all, she made it. If I didn't eat more, she'd

probably be disappointed, right?"

"You seem to care a lot about her feelings."

“It's a two-way street.”

Ayan glanced at her, his deep eyes slightly squinting, and in a low,

husky voice, he said, "You came back early this afternoon? You didn't

run home from the office with Sienna, did you?"

Camille involuntarily paused because his words felt like a probing

question.

Camille bit her lip slightly, her voice soft and calm. "It's a bit boring.

Sienna mentioned wanting to relax and relieve some stress. Although

the preliminary round of the design competition went smoothly, the real

challenge lies ahead. She's feeling a bit nervous and wanted to take a

break."

"Where did she go to relax? Back home?" Ayan asked casually, as if it

were just a casual question without much intention.

However, Camille had something on her mind, and she subconsciously

hesitated. Meeting Ayan's gaze, their eyes locked for a moment, and he

asked, "What's wrong?"

Camille blinked, quickly lowering her head, and replied, "Nothing, I was

just thinking, why are you so concerned about Sienna today?"

“I'm not concerned about her; I'm concerned about you. Can't you tell

me where you went today? Is there something you're keeping from

me?"

Ayan's inquiry was natural and relaxed, as if it were just a casual

remark.

As their eyes met, Camille had something on her mind. After all, she

didn't want to let Ayan know about her meeting with Preston for the

time being.

She planned to tell Ayan after resolving the matter, feeling that Ayan

already had enough on his plate. If she added these trivial matters to

his worries, she would feel guilty.

Propping her chin with her hand, Camille adjusted her emotions before

raising her gaze to meet Ayan's eyes. With calm composure, she

asked, "Why are you asking me like this? It feels as if you're

questioning one of your employees. I don't like that tone at all.”

Ayan also put down his chopsticks, locking eyes with her. He calmly

smiled and asked, "So, tell me, how should I ask to make you feel

comfortable?"

“You should ask, “Did you and Sienna not go shopping and spend some

money today?’ My motivation for making money comes from you. If you

don't spend a little, I won't have the motivation and enthusiasm to make

money."

Camille finished speaking and couldn't help but laugh. It seemed a bit

too self-centered.

Watching her laugh, Ayan, with a serious expression, asked, "Alright,

then let me ask you. Why didn't you and Sienna go shopping? How

long has it been since you've spent my money? I heard from Rex that

after Sienna entered the preliminary round, she used his money to buy

a substantial amount of gifts for your company's employees. Shouldn't

you also buy something? Let everyone know that your man is generous

too."

Camille burst into laughter; he seemed like a jealous child.

Camille said, "Mr. Simpson, are you trying to be a spending deity? Why

compare yourself to Rex even in the matter of buying gifts? I haven't

participated in the competition; Sienna is the one competing. I don't

want to use your money to win people over for her. After all, my Mr.

Simpson, earning money is so hard, and I'm so concerned about you!"

She raised her eyebrows, her gaze seemingly pleasing, and Ayan's

mood became exceptionally good, especially with the last few words

making him particularly pleased.

Although Camille couldn't tell Ayan about meeting Preston, she took the

initiative to ask Ayan, "Have you contacted Horace lately? How's the

situation at Armstrong Corp now?"

Ayan looked at Camille with a faint frown, a hint of curiosity in his

question, "Why the sudden interest in this?"

"I care about my shares. They're in Horace's hands now, and I just want

to know his specific moves. Although I'm not a major shareholder, if

Armstrong Corp continues to operate well, my shares will become quite

valuable, you know?"

"Didn't you get shares from Grandpa for Simpson Group? You didn't

seem this happy.”

“It's not that I'm unhappy. It's just that Simpson Group has you. But

Armstrong Corp is different. The Armstrong family was never willing to

give me shares, and I'm just that rebellious. The less they want to give

me, the more I want them. What do you think?"

Camille's lips curved into a faint, self-deprecating smile, tinged with a

hint of irony.

In truth, shares meant nothing to her because she didn't want them. If it

was something she desired, she would fight for it regardless, just like

when she married Ayan. Despite knowing he didn't love her, she chose

to marry him.

Because only by fighting for something could she know what the

outcome would be.

If she hadn't fought for it, their paths might have ended long ago, and

the present scene wouldn't exist.

Ayan didn't press further on Camille's words. He responded in a low

voice, "With Preston joining Armstrong Corp, it's making things difficult

for Horace. Preston even brought his secretary into Armstrong Corp.

Horace is probably troubled by this. Tomorrow, when he returns to

Simpson Group, I plan to have him invite Preston to join the

collaboration project with Mario.”

"If you invite him to join this project, won't people suspect your

relationship? I mean, Brody and Preston," Camille asked with some

concern.