Chapter 877: Daydreaming

Chapter 877: Daydreaming

Kian immediately understood what Ayan meant with those words.

His eyes widened, and he quickly walked up to Alicia, blocking her view

of Ayan. He made a gesture of invitation with his hand and whispered,

"Miss Nores, Mr. Simpson is about to have a meeting."

The meaning of his words was evident.

But Alicia refused to leave. She stood up and bypassed Kian to

approach Ayan directly. She said, "You haven't even started the

meeting yet. Is it because of Camille that you're treating me like this?

Camille is so petty, she's not suitable to be your wife. Your wife should

be a broad-minded woman who can help you, not someone who will

make you offend people because of her jealousy."

Alicia believed that Ayan was a man who prioritized his work. With the

vast industry of Simpson Group, he needed a woman who could

support him.

But what she didn't expect was Ayan's merciless response. He even

replied with a hint of mockery, "Do you think I and Simpson Group need

that? I don't need a broad-minded woman, nor do I need a woman who

can help me. If I indeed need a wife who can support and assist me, do

you think it's you who's suitable or Nores Group? Do you believe that

Nores Group is the only powerful and formidable enterprise in this

world?"

Ayan's impatience was evident, and his cold gaze swept over Alicia,

chilling her like the freezing winter weather.

Alicia was stunned by his look, and for a while, she couldn't find her

voice.

Ayan didn't waste any more time on her. He walked straight to his desk,

sat down, and didn't spare her another glance. He said coldly, "Don't

waste your time on me, and don't try to challenge my bottom line again

and again just because you have the support of Nores Group. My

patience is limited. Don't let your foolishness jeopardize Nores Group,

as it will be more harm than good."

Ayan's words were crystal clear, but Alicia couldn't accept it.

She thought that since Ayan spoke so much to her, he must care about

her. If he didn't care, why would he say so much?

Alicia stood at the desk, looking at Ayan's icy expression. She said, “I'm

sorry. Maybe my directness made you uncomfortable, but don't worry. I

understand what you mean. There must be some feelings for me if you

can talk to me so much. I'm willing to wait for you."

Alicia was completely immersed in her own world. She didn't have

many twists and turns in her thoughts. She straightforwardly told him

that she liked Ayan and wanted to be with him.

Whether Ayan was single or not had nothing to do with her. She didn't

even consider such matters or think that falling in love with Ayan was

wrong.

After saying her piece, Alicia didn't wait for Ayan's response and turned

to leave the office.

Seeing this, Kian looked at Ayan and saw his dark and solemn

expression. He quickly followed Alicia and instructed the security not to

allow her to come up without permission.

Ayan sat silently at his desk for a long time. Alicia's attitude made him

feel like dealing with a delusional person.

Such a person lacked reason, so he couldn't simply dismiss this

incident.

After sending Alicia away and instructing Simpson Group's security,

Kian returned to Ayan's office. Ayan's face was stern as he said, "Do

not have any contact with Alicia in the future. Go to Nores Group

yourself and find Alicia's father to tell him to take good care of his

daughter. While Nores Group may have the land I want, it doesn't mean

they can control me. Whether Simpson Group cooperates with them or

not, it won't cause much loss. Let him watch Alicia closely and avoid

embarrassing the Nores family.

Kian nodded immediately and explained, "Mr. Simpson, I apologize.

Because Alicia told me the location and time of your dinner with Mrs.

Simpson so clearly, I believed her.”

Ayan glanced at him coldly and said without any warmth, "Don't let it

happen again.”

Kian quickly agreed, relieved that the stone hanging in his heart finally

fell.

In the evening, after work, Ayan drove to the museum to pick up

Camille.

Then he took her to the Darkmoor. Camille asked, "Is it just the two of

us?"

Ayan replied, "There are others.”

"Your friends or clients?" Camille asked in a low voice.

Ayan didn't explain, only saying, "You'll know when we get there."

Camille furrowed her brows, unsure of what he was up to, but she

didn't pursue the question any further.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet, and when they stopped at a red

light, Ayan turned to Camille. He proactively mentioned Alicia, telling

her, "If Alicia comes to the museum to confront you or calls you, just

ignore her and tell me immediately. Let me handle it, okay?"

Camille nodded, indicating that she understood.

However, she had some doubts, "Why are you suddenly saying this?"

Ayan's face looked slightly tense and cold, and he mentioned what

happened when he returned to the company earlier. He also spoke

about his attitude towards Alicia and the sarcastic remarks he made. It

was only after saying all this that he realized Alicia might get angry and

come to Camille for trouble.

If he had thought of it from the beginning, he wouldn't have confronted

Alicia like that but would have asked Kian to contact the Nores family to

remind them.

But since it had already happened, he could only deal with it in the

present manner.

After listening, Camille also nodded, "If she contacts me, I'll tell you

right away, and I'll try not to confront her directly.”

Ayan smiled lightly, his eyes full of tenderness. He reached out and

gently pinched her cheek, saying softly, “You're really adorable."

What is he talking about?

"Really adorable?"

Can these words come out of his mouth?

Camille unconsciously furrowed her brows. She didn't respond to his

words but instead gazed at him calmly, saying, "Don't try to make me

forget the many facts about those women around you with this kind of

approach.”

He chuckled at her teasing. "So, it's my fault, huh?"

“Then who else?" she retorted. "If only you were a bit less good-

looking, things wouldn't be like this. Why not consider getting plastic

surgery to look less attractive?"

Camille offered this suggestion in a seemingly serious manner.

Ayan replied softly, “It's not for me to decide, my looks were given by

my parents. If you're angry because I'm too good-looking, blame my

parents for that. I didn't have a choice, did I? So, go back to the

Simpson's mansion and have a heated argument with my mom to let

off some steam.”

"Ha! You're such a mama's boy. Others hope for a good relationship

between their mother and wife, but you seem to want us to argue,”

Camille teased.

“It's because your relationship with her is too good that I have no place

in our home. I have no choice but to hope for a slightly less perfect

relationship between you two, even if it means you're pretending to

deceive me," Ayan explained.

"Keep dreaming!" Camille replied without hesitation, causing a deeper

smile to form on Ayan's lips. The traffic light turned green, and their

conversation paused.

They arrived at Darkmoor, and Ayan held Camille's hand as they

entered.

Along the way, Camille had no idea who they were meeting for dinner.

At the entrance of the private dining room, Camille whispered, "You

should have let me go back and prepare. I'm dressed so casually. Don't

blame me if I embarrass you later."

Ayan chuckled, "Having you by my side is the greatest honor. Your

casual appearance is just a facade. As long as it's you, anything looks

good.”

Camille couldn't help but tease him, "Mr. Simpson, did you enroll in a

sweet-talking course recently?"

Ayan responded, "These are all heartfelt words, no training needed.

When feelings run deep, words naturally come out.”

Camille shivered unconsciously, "Mr. Simpson, please be more serious.

I'm not used to this."

"Am I usually bad to you?" Ayan couldn't help but ask.

Camille replied, “It's not that. It's just that some words coming from you

feel insincere.”

“Then you have to officially get used to it from now on. After all, more

sweet words might come out of my mouth at any time." He said it very

seriously, as if it was only natural.