Chapter 851: Joke

Chapter 851: Joke

Early the next morning, the two of them had breakfast at the hotel and

then left.

Ayan was the driver for Camille. On the way, he had already called

Kian, telling him to handle anything on his own and not to contact him.

Ayan then put his phone on silent mode, and he did the same for

Camille's phone.

Observing what he was doing, Camille couldn't help but ask with a hint

of amusement, "Won't this affect your work? What if Kian needs to

reach you urgently?"

"He is the chief secretary of the Simpson Group's president. If he can't

handle such a trivial matter, then I think he might as well quit and go

back to farming."

Ayan's domineering statement was undoubtedly equal to the praise for

Kian. After all, receiving recognition from Ayan meant that Kian's

abilities were beyond doubt.

Camille smiled, pursing her lips. "If you praise him in front of Kian, I

think he would work even harder."

"The compensation I give him will make him work harder,” Ayan replied

indifferently. Then, he started the car and took Camille to the largest

amusement park in Dane City.

Dane City's amusement park was famous, surpassing even the one in

Hance City, which was already quite large.

The amusement park not only had various rides, but also offered a

wide range of entertainment options and specially designed

backgrounds for those who loved taking photos.

Dane City's amusement park was comparable to Disneyland, attracting

a lot of visitors. Ayan had already booked the tickets in advance while

they were still in Flento.

The most popular attraction in the amusement park was, of course, the

Ferris wheel. Although each city and amusement park might have its

own iconic buildings, in Dane and this amusement park, the enormous

Ferris wheel was the iconic structure.

So, as soon as they entered the amusement park, Ayan took Camille to

the Ferris wheel to check it off their list. Looking at the gigantic Ferris

wheel before them, Camille couldn't help but say, "This Ferris wheel is

so huge!"

Ayan held her hand and stood amidst the crowd. The place was

bustling with people, making it difficult for him to speak loudly. He

leaned in and whispered to her, "From up there, you can overlook the

entire Dane City."

Camille was intrigued. She recalled how in college, she often heard her

classmates and roommates talking about wanting to ride the Ferris

wheel with their loved ones as a symbol of romance.

Thinking about this, a faint smile appeared on Camille's lips.

This is what romance is about, right?

Ayan looked at her and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"l want to ride this."

"Of course, we're here now, and I brought you here specifically for this."

Ayan held her hand and led her into the crowd. Of course, he didn't tell

Camille that he had already planned everything before deciding to bring

her to Dane. The Ferris wheel was their first stop.

Both of them followed the rules and stood in line with their own

thoughts. Although they were wearing masks, the dignified and

captivating aura they exuded, along with the feeling they gave off,

made them look like handsome and beautiful individuals.

There were many other people in the queue as well. Some of the girls

couldn't help but say to their companions, “The guy is so tall. Even

though he's wearing a mask, I feel like he's really handsome. I really

want to get his number.”

"Yeah, I agree. He looks so handsome, but it seems like the girl in front

is his girlfriend! She's taken, so it wouldn't be good to ask for his

contact information, right?"

“The girl is so beautiful too!"

The comments from the crowd reached Camille and Ayan's ears

clearly. Ayan simply raised his hand and gently placed it around the

woman in front of him. This intimate gesture was enough to prove their

relationship.

The girls who wanted his number naturally lost their courage. After all,

he had a girlfriend already, so asking for his contacts would be quite

embarrassing.

Camille kept a calm expression and discreetly pinched Ayan's hand

where others couldn't see. She whispered, "You really know how to

play around, don't you?"

Ayan wore an expression of being wronged. He shrugged and leaned

close to her, whispering, “Then what should I do? Lock me up at home

so no one can see me? Or maybe there's another way, want to hear

it?"

Camille didn't know what idea he had in mind, so she simply asked,

"What way?"

"Give me a legal title. Who would dare to think about me then?"

His gaze locked onto hers. They had to get closer to hear each other

amidst the crowd, so their distance was very close. Both of them could

see each other clearly in their eyes, and neither of them blinked, gazing

at each other without interruption.

He hoarsely said, “Do you want to give me a title, huh?"

Camille's eyelashes fluttered, and she lightly said, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes, I am a little. A title is like an ID card. Without it, I don't feel

secure.” He remained calm and those deep eyes never left Camille's

face. He wasn't really forcing her; he just wanted to bring it up at the

right time.

The topic didn't continue because it was their turn to board the Ferris

wheel.

In the small space, there was no sensation when they ascended at first,

but it gradually increased little by little. Camille started to panic.

She said, "Isn't this too high? Is it safe?"

When they were standing below, she didn't feel anything, and the issue

of height didn't cross her mind. It was only after they entered that she

realized it.

There was a slight tremor in her voice, and concern appeared on her

pale face, and her hands tightly gripped the edge of the safety rail.

Ayan reached out and embraced her, his voice low and hoarse. "Are

you scared?"

Camille didn't try to hide it. She said, "Aren't you scared?"

This was just the beginning, and the speed was slowly increasing as

they went higher. She couldn't even imagine how high it would be when

they reached the top.

Camille pressed her lips together, feeling increasingly anxious. She

whispered, "It won't fall, right?"

Ayan smiled helplessly and turned her body to face him. His gaze was

gentle as he stared at her. "If you're scared, don't look down. Come

here and sit for a while, hmm?"

He held her hand and walked to the opposite seat, where they sat

down. Camille was truly afraid, so she instinctively held onto his arm,

wanting to stick herself to him entirely.

Ayan felt gratified by this. It felt good to be needed by her.

A faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, out of Camille's sight.

It wasn't too deep, but it was clear enough for anyone to see.

The two of them sat quietly without saying much until they reached the

top of the Ferris wheel. Ayan then took her hand and returned to their

original spot. Camille closed her eyes, afraid to look down. Ayan

whispered soothingly, “You don't have to be afraid with me here, okay?"

"The view here is beautiful. You will like it."

Encouraged by Ayan, Camille finally opened her eyes and took a

glance. It was indeed beautiful, offering a panoramic view of the whole

City.

However, it was undeniably high, and it took about half an hour to reach

the top.

At this moment, the Ferris wheel paused at the center to allow the

visitors to take photos. However, neither Camille nor Ayan cared about

that. They weren't seeking such things.

At least Camille believed that, but she didn't expect that Ayan would

take out his phone and say, "Let's take a picture t00."

He opened the camera, aligning it to capture both Camille and himself.

He gently embraced Camille's shoulder, and their faces were close and

affectionate in the frame. Their cheeks showed obvious smiles. The

image was frozen in time.

Ayan immediately set it as his phone wallpaper. Camille noticed his

actions and playfully teased him, "If I don't agree to remarry you, won't

you be at a loss?"

Ayan's brows instantly furrowed, and his expression became serious.

He looked at Camille and said, “I don't like joking about this."

He seemed genuinely serious, his tone firm and clear. His eyes stared

directly at Camille, as if they could see through her.

Camille immediately felt guilty and tightly pressed her lips together. She

spoke softly, "I..."