Chapter 163 Checking in as Mrs. Simpson

Camille did not deny, just looked at him lightly, but I do not know why

the heart seems to be swallowed by something vaguely painful.

Ayan also did not continue to wait, just looked deeply at her and then

dropped his hand.

This time, the elevator door did not open again.

Camille stood rigidly in place for a long time without moving, and she

watched the floor light to the first floor before she reacted.

She lightly pursed her lips, a face pale and bloodless, her eyes

shimmered with tears at some point, but never let them fall.

She said to herself in her heart, "Let's just go here, we know from the

beginning that we can't go to the end, so why keep insisting on making

each other's life so hard?"

The only person she couldn't forgive was the baby in her belly. She

raised her hand and gently stroked it: "I'm sorry, baby!"

Camille went back to her apartment and after a quick wash, she started

to keep herself busy. Before that, she had to call Preston for a chat

because of the project restart.

It was just hung up after the phone call.

This was repeated several times, and finally when you called again it

was straightforward: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily

unavailable."

Camille wrinkled her brow in some shock.

Is this being blacked out?

She thought it was a bit unbelievable because it was unlikely that

Preston would have blacked her out, so it should just be that there was

no power or something was out of service, right?

Camille can only think of these two points at the moment.

Not being able to contact Preston, she didn't stay idle and sorted out all

the information about the project, and then she docked with Yessica

about all the details related to the project.

Camille was busy all afternoon.

By the time it was over, it was dark outside.

She leaned somewhat wearily on the sofa, her heart was a widow, and

she did not know from whence she found herself as if she had returned

to the loneliness she had felt during the time she had just been

Brody,Page on to her grandmother's house.

Probably life is like that, after all, no one will accompany you to the end.

The next morning, Camille arrived at Simpson Group on time with the

design.

She went directly to the project department and intended to show the

design to Mr. Moss, but Mr. Moss said, “I am only responsible for the

progress of the construction, Mr. Simpson is responsible for the design,

you can show it to Mr. Simpson!"

Camille was now completely frozen.

So what Ayan said last night about the obvious results is that she

needs to monitor her progress like this every day?

It's not that she couldn't stand up to the knocking, she just felt a little

uncomfortable being in direct contact with Ayan.

But she had already signed the contract, so naturally she had to follow

the Simpson Group's arrangement.

She took the design to Ayan's office, but just before she reached the

door, she was stopped by Kian, who said, "Ma'am, Mr. Simpson has a

visitor right now. *

"So I'll wait?"

"You can go back to the office first, and I'll pass on anything you need

to explain?"

Kian's words made Camille frown, then she said, "There's nothing to

pass on, it's about the project, so I'd better talk to him myself!"

Kian stopped blocking and Camille stood directly in front of the office

and waited.

Time passes, and nearly half an hour later the office door still has no

intention of opening.

Camille pursed her lips and asked Kian, "What kind of guests is he

meeting? Is it important?"

"Just a moment, ma'am, I'll ask Mr. Simpson for you."

Kian dialed inside and Ayan picked up quickly.

Kian asked, "Mr. Simpson , Mrs. wants to talk to you about the project,

you see ....."

Ayan said lightly, “Let her in."

Kian turned off the intercom and looked to Camille: "Ma'am, Mr.

Simpson wants you to come in."

Camille nods and walks to her office with the design in hand. She

knocks on the door before pushing it open and walking in.

In the office, Ayan was sitting on a chair in front of the desk, and a

beautiful-looking girl was standing beside her, a sexy short skirt

highlighted her figure, she looked at Ayan with adoration, and when she

saw Camille enter, she subconsciously said, "Mr. Simpson, your wife is

here, so I'll leave first?"

Although the words are saying so, but the expression reveals a faint

aggravation and reluctance.

Ayan looked at Camille expressionlessly, then smiled lightly and said to

the girl, "It's okay, my wife won't mind, Camille, do you think so?"

Camille pursed her lips, her eyes met Ayan's deep, cold eyes, and she

said lightly, "As long as you're happy!"

"Did you hear that? My wife is very understanding and considerate, so

you don't need to go, go sit somewhere and wait for me to finish work

and have lunch together, huh?"

"Good." The girl showed a smile, her eyes not forgetting to stare at

Camille, before this went to the sofa and sat down.

When Ayan's eyes turned to Camille again, his face was so cold and

gloomy that water could seep out of it, and his thin lips were pursed into

a straight line: "Not to talk about the project? Go ahead!"

His different treatment makes Camille purse her lips, her face is also

revealing a slight and unmoving stiffness, she is subconsciously

clutching the hand to pretend that nothing is the same as handing over

the design in her hand.

She said, "Mr. Moss said all the progress on the design side is reported

directly to you, these are the drawings before the project was stopped,

and the ones that follow are the ones after the project restarted, most of

them are in the process of construction ......"

She was speaking seriously, but Ayan suddenly interrupted.

"Is that all you have to say?"

Camille subconsciously frowned: "I don't quite understand what you

mean, do you think that's not enough?"

Ayan snorted coldly, and his thin lips became colder and colder:

"Enough, how can it not be enough? Are you done? As for these

drawings, I will take time to read them, and I will ask Kian to inform you

if there are any changes needed, huh?"

"Ayan ......"

"Camille , are you here to talk to me about work?"

"Yes."

She didn't understand what he meant by that question, but answered

truthfully.

The next thing I heard was the man's low voice saying, "Since you're

here to talk to me about work then change your name, otherwise it's

hard not to get the wrong idea that you're checking in as Mrs.

Simpson."

Camille was stunned.

She was really depressed why he turned over his face faster than a

book?

Obviously she did not do anything, why is she angry and unhappy

again?

Camille wrinkled her eyebrows at him and replied in a clear, bland

voice: "Okay, I understand."

"Is there anything else?"

"No more."

“Then get out.”

He looked as indifferent as water, and his eyes dropped to stop looking

at her.

Camille stood frozen in place before taking a step toward the door.

Ayan's voice suddenly sounded behind him, and he said coldly, “Tell

Kian to book a private room at Darkmoor, I'm taking someone to lunch.”

Camille stopped in her tracks, realizing as an afterthought that the

words were addressed to her.

She turned to look over and saw the woman on the couch trotting

briskly toward Ayan: "Mr. Simpson, are we having lunch alone?"

"What? Isn't that enough?"

His words reveal a smile, and a vague hint of doting.

Camille looked at his familiar handsome face with no expression, she

felt a sudden boredom at the bottom of her heart, and then said lightly:

"Ayan, I work with Simpson Group and I'm not an employee of Simpson

Group, so I'm sorry I don't want to tell you, you'd better let Kian come in

and talk to him personally. ."

She turned around and walked away after she finished.

Until her figure completely disappeared in the doorway, the office in the

slow sound of the woman's whispered query: "Mr. Simpson , Mrs.

Simpson is not angry upset?”