Chapter 1284: Worries

Chapter 1284: Worries

As noon arrived in Hance City, Ayan, who was far away in a foreign

country, had already woken up. After returning from the party last night,

he took a shower and went to bed early, sleeping straight through until

around eight o'clock. Since he was on a business trip, he didn't need to

wake up early and go to the office like in Hance City. After waking up,

he quickly freshened up and came out of his room. Kian had already

ordered breakfast to be delivered by the hotel, mostly consisting of

Western-style dishes. Ayan wasn't particularly fond of them, so he only

requested a cup of coffee and a sandwich.

While eating breakfast and looking at his phone, he saw messages

from Camille, as well as photos from Timmy and the sandwich Camille

made. The smile on his face didn't fade as he looked at them, but

suddenly the sandwich in front of him seemed tasteless. In his heart, he

longed to eat a sandwich made by Camille herself. He replied to

Camille, saying, "When I return, bring the sandwich you made to pick

me up at the airport, okay?" He didn't want to wait until he got home; he

wanted to eat it as soon as he landed in Hance City. He missed her,

even though it had only been a day since he arrived. She occupied his

mind completely.

He also took a picture of his breakfast and the view outside the window

to show Camille. He said to her, "I'll have to start working soon. We can

have dinner with Horace and Grace in the afternoon. Shall we have a

video call together?" After sending his message, it took about half an

hour for Camille to reply. She had just gone to have lunch with her

colleagues in the meeting room. Since the space was large, everyone

could sit together and eat. The workload had been quite heavy recently,

so they didn't order lunch today; it was delivered directly. Camille

treated everyone and wanted them to eat well, so they would have

more motivation to work.

During lunch, everyone chatted and rarely looked at their phones. It

wasn't until after finishing their meal that Camille saw the message

from Ayan. She immediately replied, "Just had lunch." "Tonight, I'm

going to have dinner with Crystal. She gave us some local specialties

last time, so Sienna and I are treating her tonight.” "You can have

Grace and Horace video call us later. It's been a while since we last

saw her, so let's catch up.” They would usually keep in touch, but it was

usually just a few simple messages. They wouldn't voice or video call

each other.

Recently, Camille didn't know if the Armstrong family had given up on

finding Grace. They hadn't mentioned anything about Grace for a long

time, so Camille had minimal contact with them as well. Camille didn't

care about the affairs of the Armstrong family and never took the

initiative to inquire. So she wanted to talk to Grace about the Armstrong

family. If the Armstrong family continued like this, Grace could stay in

Flento City or Dane City and be closer to Hance City. She could also

see Horace more often. After all, a long-distance relationship was not a

sustainable solution.

Ayan was probably not too busy, so he could chat with Camille for a

few moments. Camille asked him a couple of questions about his

situation abroad, and Ayan answered seriously and in detail. Looking at

the way they were conversing, Camille couldn't help but sigh and say, "I

feel like we're in the same situation as Horace and Grace. Long-

distance relationships are really uncomfortable.” "Do you miss me?"

Ayan asked. Camille didn't try to conceal or deny it. She said, "Yes, I

miss you a lot. So when will you come back?" Ayan looked at Camille's

straightforward response, his face filled with a smile, and then he

pressed the voice message button. With a low and hoarse voice, he

said, "I'll come back as soon as I finish my work. It should take about

two more days if everything goes smoothly. I'll do my best, okay?" After

listening to his message, Camille also responded with a voice

message. She said, "Okay, remember to bring me a gift when you

come back.” "What do you want?" "Buy whatever you want. I can't think

of anything specific." Being abroad, there were luxury brands and some

niche brands, but Camille didn't feel like she was lacking anything. She

just wanted him to buy her a small gift, even if it was something very

trivial.

It was probably just a simple desire for gifts. Camille had this thought in

her mind and she began to wonder what Ayan would bring back for her.

After chatting for a while, Ayan had to go attend to some business and

he bid Camille farewell, ending their conversation.

Ayan had not accepted Mr. Tillery's invitation to meet his family last

night, but he couldn't refuse the lunch today at noon. After all, Mr. Tillery

had personally called and invited him, and they also had some work to

discuss. So Ayan couldn't refuse.

As lunchtime approached, Mr. Tillery's secretary arrived at the hotel

downstairs. He personally drove to pick up Ayan and Kian. From him,

they learned that Mr. Tillery had reserved today's lunch at an upscale

restaurant that required a reservation several days in advance. He

mentioned this to let Ayan know that Mr. Tillery valued him and wanted

Ayan to recognize Mr. Tillery's sincerity.

However, Ayan's responses were always plain and unremarkable.

Throughout the journey, it was mostly Kian and Mr. Tillery's secretary

who engaged in conversation.

They arrived at the restaurant after a short drive. The secretary led

Ayan and Kian to take the elevator upstairs to the private room. Inside

the private room, there were two tables-one main table and one for the

secretary. Mr. Tillery was already waiting in the room. He was an elderly

white man in his sixties, tall in stature, and his appearance didn't reveal

his age at all. He exuded a commanding presence and had a deep,

resonant voice.

In addition to him, there was his wife whom Ayan had met before. The

couple had similar body types-rather sturdy and lacking the delicate

and refined features of Eastern women. They gave off a slightly rough

impression. Apart from Mr. Tillery and his wife, there was a young lady

whom Ayan had not seen before.

The young lady was dressed in a very avant-garde style, with long

golden curls and heavy makeup. Her gaze remained fixed on Ayan

from the moment he entered the private room and never wavered. Mr.

Tillery and his wife also turned their attention to Ayan. Mr. Tillery

extended his hand to shake Ayan's and said, "Welcome, Mr. Simpson.

Please have a seat!"

Only these few people were present for today's meal, so the spacious

private room felt somewhat quiet. Ayan nodded slightly and took a seat

next to Mr. Tillery. Mrs. Tillery sat on the other side of Mr. Tillery, and

the avant-garde young lady sat beside Mrs. Tillery.

After everyone was seated, Mr. Tillery took the initiative to speak, "Mr.

Simpson, have you not met my daughter yet?" He pointed towards the

avant-garde young lady and said, "This is my daughter, Daisy. She

graduated from a prestigious school and has now started her own

luxury goods company, doing quite well."

Mr. Tillery was a proud man, proud of himself and his daughter,

considering them both to be the best. Ayan heard his introduction, but it

merely entered one ear and went out the other, without any significant

reaction. His expression remained consistently calm. The atmosphere

quieted down after Mr. Tillery's words, and this silence made Mr.

Tillery's face slightly stiff. He looked at Ayan and smiled softly, "Mr.

Simpson, are you not in a good mood today?"

Ayan calmly replied, “I'm worried.”

"Worried about what?"

"My wife wants me to buy a gift for her, and I'm worried about what to

get. But now that I've met Miss Daisy, I think her company might have

some good recommendations, right?" He spoke openly, without any

concealment, and there was a faint smile on his lips. This smile was, of

course, because he had just mentioned Camille, evoking a gentle

warmth.