Chapter 310 - Talking Too Much

Chapter 310 - Talking Too Much

Kian slightly froze, subconsciously looked at Ayan, he asked in

confusion: "What do you mean ....."

Ayan indifferently swept him a glance, without waiting for him to speak

then directly interrupted: "Well, go and arrange it."

Kian nodded his head, then distanced himself from Ayan and

immediately made a phone call, which was answered by him.

Ayan lived on the twenty-ninth floor of the Hance City International

Hotel, his dedicated suite in the hotel, with all the amenities, and the

aunt who helped cook in the apartment before came over to prepare

dinner for him.

Dinner is he and Kian eat together, these two days more things, Kian is

also with him to stay in the hotel side.

As we were eating, Kian's cell phone rang.

He looked at the display on the screen and immediately frowned

subconsciously looking at Ayan across the room.

After the latter noticed his expression, he asked lightly, "What's the

problem?"

“It's from the villa, it should have something to do with madam.”

"Pick it up.”

Ayan clip dishes, eating posture and demeanor is very elegant, but not

at all feel pretentious and girly, but rather a kind of bones emanating

from the noble elegance.

Kian immediately clicked answer and then pressed the speakerphone.

It was the voice of the maid's aunt, who said, “Is that Mr. Reid?"

“I am, is there something the lady wants?"

"Mr. Reid, madam has little appetite, she almost fainted just now, is it

because she has not eaten enough to keep up with the nutrition?"

The aunt asked carefully, she was found by Kian, has been in the villa

cleaning, was only two days ago was instructed to take care of Camille,

so she must pay attention to everything, afraid that they do something

wrong to hurt Camille and the child, then she can be in big trouble.

So the aunt was terrified and a little scared.

Kian subconsciously looked at Ayan, the man's face without excess

emotion, but dark eyes clearly reveal a few points of displeasure.

Kian hurriedly responded, "Auntie, is the lady not to her liking? You do

change to other flavors to try to let her eat more, she is pregnant now,

nutrition must keep up with it, her body is also the most important, so I

still need to trouble you to take care of more."

"Mr. Reid, I've really tried my best, and I don't know if madam is not

used to eating my cooking? I think she had a regular aunt who cooked

before, right? Can you see if you can let me learn from that aunt?"

Auntie softly asked for instructions.

Kian did not respond immediately, but simply looked at Ayan with a

questioning look in his eyes, as if to say, "Mr. Simpson, what do you

think?"

Ayan lightly squinted his eyes, also followed by putting down the

dishes, and then shook his head to say no.

Ayan didn't continue to eat anymore, he just got up and left the table,

then walked from the dining room to the hall outside.

Kian replied to his aunt as he wanted, "Auntie, I need to ask Mr.

Simpson, and until Mr. Simpson says yes everything is still a problem

for you to take good care of the lady."

The aunt seemed a little lost, but eventually said yes and ended the

call.

Auntie handed the phone to the bouncer, then turned around and went

back inside.

She walked to the living room and looked over at Camille sitting on the

couch, she shook her head, "Mr. Reid didn't say yes, said to ask Mr.

Simpson."

Camille showed a light smile and didn't put too much pressure on her

aunt: "It's okay, aunt you've done your best, thank you for being willing

to help me."

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of my hands, but there is no

overnight conflict between husband and wife, not to mention you're still

pregnant, he won't really get angry with you even if he's unhappy, so

you don't have to take it to heart, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

Auntie whispered soothingly, Camille just nodded her head, and Auntie

hurriedly said, "Madam, you can't blame me for talking too much ha."

"How come? What you said is actually quite right, maybe he'll be fine

once his anger subsides."

She responded lightly, the smile on her face deepened, but there was

not the slightest ripple or ripple under her eyes.

Yes, the phone call from her aunt was a call that she convinced her

aunt to help make, but the result was kind of a failure.

She told her aunt that she and Ayan had a disagreement because of

some conflicts, and because of a friend who made Ayan

misunderstand, that's why she was locked up here and not allowed to

go out.

Auntie was softened by this, and because she was pregnant, she

agreed to help her.

What she had planned was that if Auntie could convince Kian to say

yes, then Auntie must have gone over to the apartment to learn how to

cook so that she could help contact Sienna, and as soon as Sienna

knew she was locked up here, she would definitely try to get her out by

any means possible.

But Kian did not say yes, and as for asking Ayan, I guess it was just an

excuse.

She smiled helplessly, a self-deprecating sneer tugging at the corners

of her mouth.

In the past few days of living here, she has really gone from being

emotional to being calm and smooth today.

Let's just let it all go.

As for what's on his mind?

She really didn't want to keep guessing.

Ayan has been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the

living room since he came out of the dining room, his bony fingertips

holding a cigarette, which Kian has seen him smoking numerous times

over the past few days, so it's not surprising.

Kian asked, "Mr. Simpson, should I ask the aunt who takes care of

madam to learn from the aunt at home about madam'’s favorite meal? "

"No need."

"No?"

Ayan indifferently swept him a glance and said with some displeasure,

"Did I not express myself clearly enough or did you not understand

what I said?"

"l understand."

Kian wondered how Ayan got angry, so suddenly?

He did not dare to speak easily again, his heart panicked and looking

for excuses to prepare to leave this smoky battlefield.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say he was going to sort out

tomorrow's itinerary, Ayan's voice slowly rang out and he said, "Auntie

should have been bribed by her, making this call is probably her

intention, even if the meal is not to her liking, Auntie can't possibly

know."

It dawned on Kian that he was upset because of this.

But I have to say, Camille is pretty smart.

It's just that one mountain is taller than the other.

Ayan's thin lips pursed lightly and said indifferently, "Give them a heads

up, don't get wrapped up in her, I don't want to see them being sold by

her and still counting the money for her.”

"Okay, I got it."

Kian nodded his head.

Ayan knows Camille, knows how smart she is, and understands that

she is good at pulling people's strings. One aunt is only temporarily

bought by her, and if time goes on, I'm afraid that the two bodyguards

and Rex might be bought by her.

Ayan narrowed his eyes and thought silently in his heart that everything

had to be speeded up.

At around 7pm, Ayan had a video conference, and Kian was taking

notes on the side. The whole session lasted for an hour, and it was

more than 8pm when it ended.

Ayan looked at the time on his watch and faintly reminded, "It's almost

time, why hasn't it moved yet?"

Just as his words fell, Kian's phone followed suit.

Kian subconsciously looked to Ayan: “Called.”

"Catch!"

Kian tapped on the answer as instructed and he was gentle, "Hello

Miss Khan, what can I do for you?"