Chapter 447: The Truth

Chapter 447: The Truth

"Curious about what? Curious about their relationship?" Camille asked

bluntly, and then also smiled indifferently: "What is there to be curious

about? We're all adults now, can't we have an ex?"

Camille speaks very frankly, but is her heart really the same as what

she shows on the outside?

Austin said, "Is Mrs. Simpson really that generous? Seeing Mr.

Simpson with other women buried in the heart for years and not

forgetting the feelings can also act like nothing?"

Camille: "It's his business, and since he doesn't want to forget it, what

does it have to do with me?"

Austin narrowed his eyes and looked at her incredulously, he thought

Camille answered this way because she loved Ayan so much that she

could tolerate everything to him?

Why else would he tolerate his entanglement with other women?

His pause and silence caught Camille's eye, then asked in a cold,

mocking voice: "What does Mr. Norman mean by this? Is it because he

is not confident in front of him? So when you see your Mrs. Norman

and his frequent interactions, you have an inferiority complex? Then

you took the initiative to find me in the hope that you can use me to

achieve your goals?"

"Mr. Norman, if you're hoping to start trouble with Ayan through me then

you're playing the wrong game, I'm not going to be upset with him at all

over this, so don't you waste your time on me."

She doesn't care, and it's not her turn to care.

Even if there is an uncomfortable feeling in the heart, but that is just

uncomfortable, her identity today does not have any qualifications to

interfere with him doing anything, so what is the role of telling her?

Camille's questioning made Austin's face look harder and harder, but

she said no more and just gave Austin a deep look before lifting her

feet in the direction of the door.

Austin's voice rang out at this moment and he asked, "Camille, do you

really not care or are you afraid to care? You're not afraid to be angry

because you're worried that Ayan will be upset, are you? Are you really

willing to accept a man who is hiding someone else in his heart? Can

you really do that?"

Camille paused briefly to listen to him and make sure he didn't continue

before she continued on her way out of the apartment.

She kept her expressionless indifference the whole time, took the

elevator to leave the building, and also accidentally bumped into

someone else as she exited the elevator, the pain coming from her arm

sobering her up a little.

She hastily apologized, then lightly pursed her lips and headed out.

Camille came out of the building and she just stood straight in the

doorway gazing at the building across the street, people coming and

going, each with their own goals and directions.

And she, at the moment, was full of countless questions just want to get

an accurate answer.

She took a silent breath, then walked across the street. Instead of

going straight into the Simpson building, she found a seat in a side

cafe.

She ordered a cup of coffee, clutching her phone in her hand, and after

half a minute of hesitation, she then dialed a series of numbers.

The man's voice came without waiting for her to speak: "Why are you

calling me all of a sudden?"

She didn't answer, but simply asked, "Are you free now? Can we meet

up? I'm in the cafe downstairs at Simpson Group, come down if it's

convenient for you now, if you're busy ...."

"Free." He interrupted Camille directly, then asked, "Why don't you just

come up? I'll have Kian pick you up, huh?"

"No, you can come down."

She refused.

She didn't want to go to the Simpson Group at this time, and as for

why?

She doesn't know, she just doesn't want to anyway.

After she finished, she didn't wait for Ayan to say anything and already

hung up the phone directly.

In Ayan down this process, probably a few minutes, I think.

She adjusted her emotions and mood, but when he saw Ayan walking

quickly towards her, his heart still felt an indescribable feeling.

She watched him step closer with a warm face, he wore a white shirt

today, the following is still the classic black pants, hair slightly messy,

because in the rooftop was blown by the wind?

Her mind subconsciously floated out of the image of him and Cora on

the rooftop just now, and the coldness under her eyes gradually

surfaced.

Ayan walked to the seat across from her and sat down, gazed at her

and asked, "Why won't you go up even though you're here?"

Camille looked at him lightly: "Nothing important, just happened to pass

by, suddenly thought of some words to ask you."

"What's the word?"

“I'm just suddenly curious about Timmy's name, did you give it to him?"

She asked, staring into his eyes.

She watched him with unblinking eyes, not missing any of the emotions

and reactions under his eyes.

But no one knew how tightly Camille's hands were clenched in front of

her, asking the question seemed to require no courage, but her heart

was trembling beyond measure.

After Camille's question, Ayan's eyebrows only frowned

subconsciously, and then asked lightly, "Why are you asking this all of a

sudden?"

"Can you answer me?"

"Yes." He didn't know why Camille was suddenly asking about it, but it

wasn't anything, so he answered without changing his face, "I took it."

"Why did you suddenly take this name? Is there any significance?"

She watched as he stared unblinkingly into his deep Black and Tandi

eyes.

He said, "Not suddenly, but grandmother mentioned a long time ago

that she wanted the Simpson family to be reunited for generations

without the act of calculating for the sake of inheritance.”

Camille wrinkled her brow, and for a moment, she believed Ayan's

words completely, but only if she hadn't heard Cora's questioning of

him.

But she didn't feel that Ayan was lying, but if it was true what he said,

then why did Cora say that?

Camille was in a daze.

Ayan asked, "What about you? Why did you suddenly think of asking

this and come over here?"

“I saw the note you pinned to the album, so the reason you had to rush

back from the office to stop us from using that album was because you

were worried I would see that paper?”

"Why does Cora know this name? Does it have something to do with

her?"

She asked the question hidden in her heart word by word.

She looked at Ayan in a daze, she felt that obviously he was sitting right

in front of her, but she had a feeling that he was getting farther and

farther away from her.

She sighed silently and waited in silence for Ayan's answer.

He deep eyes slightly pause, short black hair handsome face silently

watching her, thin lips lightly open faintly open: "She has nothing to do

with, not to mention afraid you see the note, just some things are not as

complicated as you think."

“I'm thinking complicated? I don't think I'm thinking complicated, I'm just

trying to figure out the questions in my mind, you just need to tell me if

it's the truth?"

"What are you suspecting?"

"Ayan, now you're the one running away from something?"

The two gaze locked, neither moving away first.