Chapter 773: Unique

Camille was slightly taken aback, watching Ayan's gaze soften and her

brow instinctively furrow. She asked, “So I guessed right, you really

have something you're hiding from me?"

Ayan didn't answer, he just stared at her without blinking. His voice was

low and hoarse as he said, “You haven't answered the question I just

asked. If there's something I'm hiding from you or if I did something that

would make you unhappy, would you be angry with me?"

"Since you know I will be unhappy, why do it anyway?"

She countered with a question, making Ayan burst out laughing.

He said, "You won't even take a little loss. How am I supposed to

answer this question? If I say that I knew you were unhappy but still did

something to make you unhappy, then wouldn't I be intentionally

committing a mistake? It's even worse. But if I say that I didn't know

you would be unhappy, then it's obviously a lie. So how should I

answer? Can you teach me, Miss Armstrong?"

His voice was with a low laugh, and his deep eyes were fixed on

Camille without wavering. There was a faint smile in the depths of his

eyes, as if asking her what he should do with her.

Camille gave a light hum of displeasure and said, "You made a mistake

and now you want me to teach you how to appease me? Mr. Simpson,

where in the world does that happen? We've been talking about this for

so long and yet you haven't mentioned what exactly you did. Are you

afraid I'll get angry if you tell me or are you planning on using some

excuse to brush it off?"

After she finished speaking, she stared at Ayan and waited for his

response, without any intention of letting him go.

Ayan's smile deepened as she looked straight at him. He reached over

and gently pinched her chin, then leaned in for a kiss. But Camille

avoided it, so a warm kiss landed on her cheek.

Ayan said, "You didn't want my kiss?"

"Are you going to say it or not? If not, I'm going to bed. You should rest

early too!"

"Does this mean you want me to leave?"

He pretended to look very pitiful.

But Camille showed no pity towards him, only nodding indifferently and

saying, "Hmm, you go."

"Are you really that cruel?”

He asked even more pitifully.

Camille still had no extra emotions. Her face was cold and indifferent.

She simply asked: "So are you going to say it or not?"

This man is really annoying.

A faint smile crossed his cheek, and he whispered, "I told you I had

Sean under my control, remember?"

Camille nodded, "I remember. You also said that those attacks on me

online were all orchestrated by him."

"Mhmm." Ayan nodded, his gaze soft as he stared at Camille. He said,

“I let Sean go. I promised you I would handle him, but for now, I need to

use him to get more information about Preston. I need to understand

what Preston wants from the Simpson family. It's been weighing on my

mind and until I figure it out, I can't rest easy. So for now, please bear

with me. But I promise you that once we know what Preston's

intentions are, you can do whatever you want with Sean."

“Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"Yes."

Their eyes met and Camille didn't show much emotion as she calmly

looked at him before saying, “I understand the situation and its

importance, but you being honest with me means a lot, so thank you for

telling me. Forgiveness is too heavy of a word right now, because there

was no deception or hiding involved in this situation. I it doesn't bother

me much, so you don't need to worry."

Camille's response was clear and concise- not that her situation wasn't

important, but rather because it had already happened and punishing

Sean was just one way of dealing with it, and there wasn't much else

they could do.

Even if they took legal action against Sean after everything was over, it

would only serve as a lesson or compensation claim; in severe cases

he might be sentenced to jail time which wouldn't change the fact that

Camille had already been hurt.

So whether they dealt with Sean sooner or later didn't make much

difference. Ayan's attitude towards her mattered more than anything

else.

Camille's response was sincere without any hint of resentment or

blame despite having suffered herself. She expressed nothing but

understanding and generosity towards Ayan.

Her words made Ayan feel powerless instead of forgiven. He still

couldn't bring himself up to discuss certain things even till now. He

didn't know how to start talking about them?

Especially when she said she hated being deceived, dishonesty, and

concealment, but he had done those all.

He sighed silently, feeling a bit lost in his heart. He didn't know how to

make her forgive him.

His lack of response made Camille frown. She asked, "Why aren't you

saying anything? Isn't my answer enough? I'm not angry or holding it

against you. Whatever you do now, I can accept and understand. Is this

still not good enough?”

Camille felt a bit frustrated that she had to explain herself to Sean when

he was the one who let her go in the first place.

She snorted lightly and said, "Okay then, we're done talking. You can

leave now. I'm tired."

Seeing her displeasure made Ayan snap out of it immediately. He

quickly reached out and held onto her hand, so she couldn't leave.

He said, "I wasn't speaking because I felt guilty for what happened.

Even though you understand me, I still feel bad about it all. So thank

you Miss Armstrong for your generosity and understanding towards me

today.”

"If there's something that makes you angry in the future,” he continued,

with a smile on his face, "I hope that you'll be as generous as today

with me too."

"You're trying to trap me into something, aren't you?" Camille retorted

back,"l won't agree with anything like this! Who knows what kind of

things will make me angry at some point? If someday you sell me to a

trafficker, would I have to count money for you, too?"

"What are even thinking about?" Ayan replied back,"How could I sell

someone like yourself off?"

“I won't agree no matter what!" Camille declared firmly,"You better not

do anything that will make me mad either! When I'm mad, things get

really scary.” She put on an intimidating expression which made Ayan

laugh.

"How scary are we talking here?" he asked playfully.

Camille chuckled softly,"You'll find out if ever happens!"

Ayan didn't dare test his luck yet since their relationship wasn't stable

yet. He couldn't afford any mistakes or misunderstandings right now,

otherwise Camille wouldn't talk to him anymore.

If she really decided not to care anymore, then she would become

really indifferent towards him, which was quite terrifying upon reflection.

After spending some time together downstairs, Ayan went upstairs

again; it had become a habit by now where only sleep would take him

upstairs. He was always spending all other moments around Camille.

At night after taking a shower before going bed while chatting with

Sienna over phone, Camile mentioned about Ayan's behavior, making

fun of him, but Sienna couldn't help sighing, "Mrs. Simpson, you're

completely immersed in sweet love right now. Even though your words

are full of complaints, didn't you think these complaints were actually

sweet?"

Camille immediately fell silent, blinking softly as she denied, "I didn't.

Don't you think he used pursuing me as an excuse to make my home

his own territory?"

"But you two were going to remarry sooner or later, so there's no

difference between yours and his," Sienna pointed out.

"But we bought this house after our divorce. It belongs solely to me,"

Camille retorted.

"Mrs. Simpson, are you more concerned about him treating your house

like his own territory or feeling the sweet pressure of him constantly

sticking by your side and taking away your personal space? Or maybe

you're just tired of him? Seeing him makes you annoyed?"

Sienna began giving examples for each question, causing Camille to

deeply ponder over them. But honestly... she didn't feel pressured or

tired of it all. She wasn't annoyed either.

So what was wrong with her?