Chapter 321 Falling In

Chapter 321 Falling in

Ayan opened his eyes, looked out the window indifferently, it was dark

outside, he narrowed his eyes, his voice had little temperature and

said, "Can live or not is not up to me, it's what he wants to fight?"

Kian arrived at the scene in his car, and there were already many

search and rescue workers gathered.

Logan this side saw Ayan to come, is also immediately over a brief

description of the situation: "Now is the night, search and rescue some

difficulties, but no matter what, human life is at stake, or must start the

search and rescue, as for the people can still be alive is unknown."

Ayan glanced at Logan expressionlessly, then hooked his lips and

smiled lightly: "You should say, can people still be found?"

Logan didn't understand what he meant by that, but Ayan didn't give

him a chance to ask why before he already turned around and got into

the car.

Ayan let Kian drive away, the rest of the matter does not belong to him,

the next is the police and the search and rescue team's business.

Away from the river, the car was also suddenly quiet.

Kian glanced at Ayan, who said in a shallow voice, "Mr. Simpson,

should I take you back to the hotel or go somewhere else?"

The four words “elsewhere” contain a very broad meaning.

Ayan glanced at her lightly, but did not respond immediately, just looked

out the car window for a moment of silence.

The car just drove quietly towards the front, and had to keep driving if it

didn't get a response.

A few moments later, the man's low voice rang out faintly, "Go to the

villa."

Kian nodded and immediately turned around and drove towards the

villa.

The car stopped in front of the villa, Ayan did not get out of the car for a

long time.

He looked at the time and it was around 2:00 am.

At this hour, she's already asleep, right?

He hesitated for a while before pushing open the car door and getting

out of the car, then lifting his feet and walking into the villa gate.

The bodyguards took turns to rest, so they immediately noticed

someone entering, and when they saw it was Ayan, they immediately

shouted respectfully, "Mr. Simpson.”

Ayan mumbled lightly, then asked, "Is she asleep?"

"At this hour, madam should be asleep already."

Ayan was not talking, just signaling the bodyguard to open the door,

and then he walked inside.

He has not been back for quite a long time, and at this moment,

stepping in, it is as if he has gone back to the time when he and she

had not yet filed for divorce.

No matter how late he comes back, she will be the first to wake up and

ask him if he is hungry? Do you need a midnight snack?

At that time the very gentle, no angles in the body, completely

dominated by this marriage.

But I don't know when it started to change.

Was it after he filed for divorce?

Or has she been waiting for him to ask for a divorce?

Ayan's gloomy mood deepened when he thought about it.

He lifted his feet and walked upstairs, gently pushing open the bedroom

door, the house was silent, he hesitated and went in.

But he just went in and sensed that something was wrong, because the

large bed was flat, not at all like who had someone.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyebrows knitted, then turned on the

lights in the bedroom, the bed was really no sleeper.

He was just about to turn around and head out when the woman's

figure came in through the doorway of the balcony. He turned around

and looked over when he heard the commotion and looked at each

other with four eyes, neither of them expecting to meet up with the

other at this time.

Ayan's handsome face paused, then subconsciously wanted to turn

around and leave, Camille saw this immediately jogged over to stop

him: "Ayan, if you want to come, why did you see me again and leave?"

He sulked without meaning to say anything, which made Camille's

emotions flare up.

"What the hell do you mean? Are you planning to keep me here for the

rest of my life?"

Ayan gave her an expressionless look, wanting to walk straight around

and out of the bedroom, but seeing her slightly bulging belly and

worrying about hurting her, so he hesitated.

Camille looked at him in disbelief, "Say something! If you want to be

with Eileen then just tell me, I'm not going to impose, and I'm not going

to stalk, so can you please stop using such cold violence on me?"

His reaction was always cold, making Camille feel very uneasy. She

pursed her lips, hung her head and asked him in a low voice, "Are you

angry because I hid what Preston did?"

Ayan was silent, and Camille took that as his default.

She took a silent breath and said faintly: "If so, then I can explain, I

admit that I did know in the first place, and I also admit that I

contradicted, but the most basic conscience of a person makes me

understand that this is not a trivial matter, and not a lie can be treated

as if nothing has happened.

So I did not think of not telling you, and I did not think of really covering

this up for him, which is unrealistic, after all, there is no impervious wall

under the sky, I also understand that what I say now, you may not

believe, but Ayan, even a prisoner about to be sentenced has the right

to state the facts.”

She finally also said to Ayan: "You can not forgive me, you can also be

angry with me because of this matter, but I hope you understand that I

did not want to keep you in the dark, even if I really have any bad

intentions, the least I can do is to remove myself from the right, but we

are a couple, you have to take the risk and responsibility I also have to

bear part of it, why should 1? *

She said a lot, not only excusing herself, but also standing in a neutral

position to tell Ayan the actual situation.

That being said, she didn't want to say anything else.

The two hadn't seen each other for a few days, and when they did, she

was the one initiating the conversation, but he never gave her a single

tone.

Camille also felt that she would get tired, so she stepped back and kept

her distance from him, she was telling him in disguise that if he still

insisted on leaving like this, then she wouldn't stop him.

Camille's action made Ayan's deep eyes dim, he narrowed his eyes

slightly and looked at her faintly, he did not respond to any of her

words, just suddenly said: "Preston fell off the bridge with his car into

the river while being chased by the police."

Her eyelids fluttered lightly, and her fine Microsoft eyelashes blinked

gently, without much of a reaction, just a little stunned and frozen.

He added: "Preston fell into the river and is now alive or dead, it just

happened, only an hour ago, so do you have anything to say?"

Camille wrinkled her brow slightly, her face slightly strained as she

looked at Ayan and she asked, "What do you want me to say? Do you

want me to be anxious and worried or do you want me to have no

reaction at all?"

Without waiting for Ayan's response, she smiled softly, "Ayan, no matter

what response I make, you will think I am false, won't you? You'll think

I'm disguised, you'll think all I'm showing is just what I want you to see,

so what's the point of you telling me this?"

She was actually very shocked, after all, even with the car fell into the

river is not a small matter, is a matter of human life.

Just, is that really the way things are?

"Camille, are you too worried about him to show your weakness? I

never said you were pretending, it's all just your own illusion, so what

are you covering up?"

His eyes were dark, as if they were splashed with thick ink, dark and

heavy.

Both of them stared at each other without a second glance, and neither

one of them moved away from the other first.

He was eager to look inside her, to find out if the first love she couldn't

get out of her mind was Preston or not?