Chapter 519 - Pride

Chapter 519 - Pride

the old Simpson smiled lightly and nodded, the bottom of his eyes was

apologetic to Camille: "Cami, yesterday let you go with Ayan a piece,

condescending to you, the situation at that time, Ayan if you insist not to

go I worry that things will get bigger and bigger, now you and Ayan

have divorced, according to reason these things should not bother you,

but I also I really have no choice!"

Camille shook her head, "Grandpa, even though I'm not related to him

anymore, I'm Timmy's mom and Timmy is THE Simpson family, so don't

feel sorry for me.”

the old Simpson: "I know, you are good boy."

Camille gently took the old Simpson's hand and walked to a stone chair

and sat down, she laughed, "Grandpa, I'm going to be proud if you

keep praising me."

"You deserve to be proud.”

“You just spoil me, if you spoil me in the future I will not change.”

"Even if you're bad in my eyes you're always the same well-behaved

and understanding child you saw at first sight.”

the old Simpson sighed and the topic was pulled back to yesterday's

events: "Ayan went to see me yesterday after he came back, but he

didn't say anything, he just sat down and left, but I could tell he had

something on his mind."

Camille blushed slightly and said in a soothing voice, "Grandpa, maybe

you're overthinking it, maybe he really just wants to simply sit with you

for a while?"

Since Ayan does not say, then she naturally will not mention, after all,

this matter about the Simpson family, her current identity to ask this

matter is not appropriate.

the old Simpson did not get an answer here in Camille, and did not

continue to try and pursue the question, he knew Ayan, probably with

Camille through the air it.

The old Simpson sat with Camille in the garden for a while, until nearly

eleven o'clock when Camille drove away.

Instead of going back to the office, Camille drove straight to the

restaurant.

While on the road, she contacted Sienna.

She went straight to the point and asked, "You're going to be the

boss?"

Sienna coughed softly, “You know?"

"When did this happen, how come there's no word of it at all? So you're

not going to tell me and trying to sneak around?"

Camille said nonchalantly.

But naturally not really upset, just trying to get Sienna to be truthful.

Sienna hastened to explain: "I did not care much, mainly because Rex

he was bored and wanted to do the whole, but only after Christmas to

open, I will fly back to Flento City tomorrow night and come back after

the year."

"Okay, then I won't bother with you, but first, let's say that the bill is free

for future meals!"

"Well, Master Armstrong, you can rest assured that I opened this

restaurant mainly for you to be the back kitchen."

Sienna's teasing succeeded in making Camille laugh.

Camille asks again, "You're at the restaurant now?"

“No, lying down, trying to sleep naturally, only to be woken up by you."

"Okay, then Mrs. Ward have a good rest and I'll leave you alone.”

Camille cut off the call without waiting for Sienna to have a fit.

The next moment, Mrs. Ward's message came: "Mrs. Simpson, hello

for the first time!"

Camille scanned the phone without replying and dropped it directly on

the center console.

Sienna really deserves to know her best, this kind of people who know

too much, or to be silenced to relieve the hatred of the heart.

Around half an hour later, Camille had arrived at the entrance of the

restaurant.

Because it has not officially opened, there is no security guard at the

entrance to guide the parking, but from the appearance, the decor is

very good.

It can be described as high end and upscale, perfectly suited to

Sienna's preferences.

Camille sat in the car and waited, and almost ten minutes or so later

there was a knock on the driver's side window.

It's Ayan.

She pushed open the car door and went down.

His tall, erect body was so close to hers that she felt an oppressive

force.

He asked softly, "Been here long?"

Camille shook her head, "No."

He saw her detachment, his eyes narrowed and he lifted his foot and

took a step closer to her, forcing her whole body closer to the sound of

the car as he said, "So cold to me?"

Camille wrinkled her eyebrows not to look at him, just faintly said:

"Didn't you say dinner? Then hurry up and go in!"

Camille finished and tried to leave, but Ayan grabbed her wrist and

gently clutched it in his palm, his voice low, "Are you afraid to be alone

with me?"

“You're overthinking it."

“Is it really just me thinking too much?"

He wore a small smile on his brow.

Camille not to look at him, just not warmly said: "If you still want to

continue to provoke that is very much not necessary.”

She saw through it.

Ayan laughed helplessly, and then smoothly took her hand with fingers

clasped and led her towards the restaurant.

Camille struggled, "Ayan, get off me!"

Naturally, he refused.

Camille, however, stopped in her tracks and refused to move, she said

indifferently, "If you're going to do this then I don't think this meal should

be eaten.”

She had recently noticed that Ayan was becoming more and more

cheeky, reflecting some actions and behaviors that she had not seen

before.

What does he want?

Her attitude is insistent, the expression on her face has been almost

cold, staring at Ayan's eyes with a cold warm faint, but also telling him

that she is not just talking.

Ayan looked at her with a gentle face and looked at her for a moment,

and finally just let go of her hand with a soft sigh.

The two kept their distance and walked into the restaurant one after the

other. Although it hadn't officially opened yet, it was now in the tasting

stage, so there were still a lot of Rex's friends and guests who came

over to support the restaurant.

Rex knew that Ayan was coming and arrived early, and immediately

took the two to the private room himself after seeing them.

Rex said, "I know you are coming I have ordered the kitchen to give

you the menu, it will be served soon."

Ayan said lightly: "I think you have the potential to be a restaurant

manager, why don't you quit Ward Group and focus on the restaurant?"

"That's what I'm planning to do, and I'll take the restaurant forward in

the future.”

"Not only can you make the restaurant great, you can make your

position as restaurant manager great.”

Camille walked at the end listening to the pleasantries of the two men

she found quite funny.

Upon entering the private room, Rex personally pulled out Camille's

chair.

Camille nodded, "Thank you Manager Ward for pulling my chair for me

personally.”

"Come on, you two couples are working together to flirt with me!" Rex

said it naturally, without the slightest difference.

In fact, Camille always thought that she divorced Ayan Rex as his best

brother was already aware of the matter.

But after spending time together many times she realized that Rex

didn't even seem to know.

Did Ayan not tell him?

Or did he pretend not to know even if he did?

As for Sienna, naturally, she will not gossip about her, especially then

know that currently because of the partnership is not publicly divorced

from Ayan will not be able to say, even Rex the pillow will not.

Camille did not respond to Rex's words, but simply changed the subject

without moving: “Next time you come over, can you dine for free?"

“You don't have to come here to dine, Sienna has arranged it for you,

you are the second shareholder of the restaurant, more important than

my status.” Rex had looked at Ayan and said, "On the contrary, this

Simpson Group's Master Simpson is only able to dine today thanks to

your blessing, otherwise I wouldn't even receive him!"

Camille can't help but smile.

The atmosphere in the private room thus became pleasant.

The food came up quickly, four dishes and one soup.

The dishes are very good in both presentation and color, Rex greeted

the two to taste, well ... It can be said that the color and flavor are

perfect.

The restaurant specializes in Southeast Asian flavors, but also has

signature dishes from all major cuisines.

Because Rex had other friends, he stayed with them for a while and

then went out.

Camille and Ayan were the only two people left in the room, and the

atmosphere was quiet, with only the sound of dishes clashing gently.

The silence lasted for a few minutes, and when Camille didn't wait for

Ayan to speak up, she asked, "What do you have to say?"