Chapter 983: Selfish

Chapter 983: Selfish

The housekeeper quickly nodded and said, "Yes, Mrs. Simpson and

Mrs. Ward watched a movie together and fell asleep.”

Ayan furrowed his brow slightly, his expression somewhat stiff, and his

voice became hoarse as he asked, "They fell asleep while watching a

movie?"

“Yes, indeed. Mrs. Ward came over in the morning, and after lunch,

they watched a movie and have been sleeping for over an hour now.

We didn't want to disturb them," the housekeeper explained. She then

allowed Ayan to enter the house and escorted him to the living room.

Inside the spacious living room, both women were nestled in separate

corners of the large and comfortable sofa, so there was no discomfort

at all. They had relaxed and rested well after watching the movie for an

extended period. Ayan sighed with relief upon seeing this scene.

Initially, he had thought that Camille had intentionally stood him up and

had no intention of talking to him. But finding out it wasn't the case

made him very happy.

He watched Camille for a while, then the housekeeper discreetly asked,

"Mr. Simpson, would you like me to wake them up?"

"No need, go about your business," Ayan replied.

Both women were covered with blankets, so there was no risk of

catching a cold.

Ayan approached the spot where Camille was sleeping, and he looked

down at her on the couch. Her face was flushed and cute, making him

unable to resist reaching out and gently touching her. A warm smile

appeared in his eyes, and a clear curve formed on his thin lips. He then

bent down, took the blanket, and lifted her up, holding her in his arms.

Camille almost immediately woke up when she felt herself being lifted.

As she saw Ayan, her eyes widened with surprise and a hint of panic.

She instinctively tried to break free from his hold, but Ayan gently

restrained her. His gaze was filled with warmth, and his voice was

gentle as he said, "Shh, Sienna is also asleep. Do you want to wake

her up?"

Camille blinked, then quickly ceased her struggle when she realized the

situation. However, the stiffness in her face remained.

Seeing that she wasn't resisting anymore, Ayan said, "Don't worry, I'll

take you back home. Sienna is still asleep, and we don't want to disturb

her, right?"

Camille gave a slight nod, and Ayan proceeded to carry her out of

Sienna's place. Their residential area had good security and privacy, so

they wouldn't encounter anyone else along the way. It was an area

where only their two families lived.

However, even though there were no other residents around, the

servants in both houses had sharp eyes.

By the time Camille fully regained her senses, she was already being

carried back to their own bedroom by Ayan. He gently placed her on

the bed, then crouched down in front of her. He raised his deep gaze to

meet her eyes, his voice low and gentle as he said, "Are you awake

now? If not, you can sleep a bit longer, alright?"

Camille pressed her lips together, her gaze somewhat vacant as she

looked at Ayan. Her reaction was a bit sluggish, and it took several

seconds before she responded, “I'm awake."

"Do you still want to go out for dinner?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll wait for you to change your clothes. Once you're ready, we

can go out. Okay?"

"Okay," Camille replied with a gentle nod.

Ayan raised his hand and brushed away a few loose strands of hair

from Camille's face. Then he stood up and left the bedroom. Camille

sat quietly on the bed, and after a few minutes, she got up and walked

to the dressing room.

Camille didn't intend to put on makeup since it was getting late. She

quickly chose a light-colored long dress and paired it with a matching

coat. Opting for comfortable flat shoes instead of heels, she left her

long black hair cascading down her shoulders. The overall look gave

her a gentle and elegant appearance.

This took only about ten minutes. Camille then picked up her phone

and walked downstairs.

During her descent, she sent a text message to Sienna.

Sienna replied almost instantly, including a screenshot of the

surveillance footage from her house. She teased, "Tsk tsk, Mr. Simpson

is being quite domineering, isn't he? Personally carrying you home, as

if he doesn't consider me a person at all.”

Camille looked at the screenshot, her expression somewhat awkward.

She pressed her lips together and sent a voice message, saying softly,

"Could you please delete that? If you still want to be my friend."

She hadn't expected Ayan to carry her back home directly. At that

moment, she shouldn't have been concerned about disturbing Sienna

and should have struggled instead. But now, regrets wouldn't change

the situation.

As Camille descended from upstairs, Ayan was waiting on the couch.

Upon seeing Camille, he immediately got up and walked toward her.

Instead of reaching out to hold her hand as he had done before, he

stood nearby, gazing at her gently. "Shall we go?" he asked.

Camille nodded gently and followed Ayan out.

Ayan drove, and Camille sat in the passenger seat. During the drive,

both of them remained mostly silent, making the atmosphere somewhat

uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the journey wasn't long, taking about half an hour to reach

their destination.

It was quite late for dinner, and most people were already dining.

Camille and Ayan were among the late diners. However, Ayan had

made a reservation, so they could sit down and order their meals right

away.

They sat in a cozy corner by the window, with ample space around

them for privacy.

Camille ordered a half-portion of steak with a small portion of salad.

She wasn't fond of desserts or other main courses. Ayan ordered a few

appetizers that matched her taste.

Ayan was attentive and gentlemanly as he served the dishes. He

looked at Camille with a warm expression and said, "Take your time, no

need to rush."

Camille nodded and softly replied, “Thank you."

Ayan's brow slightly furrowed upon hearing those two words, which he

didn't particularly like. However, in the current atmosphere, he didn't

say much. He simply squinted his eyes slightly, showing a gentle

expression.

After finishing their main course, Ayan had the plates cleared and

ordered two cups of coffee. The atmosphere felt excessively quiet and

subdued.

Ayan squinted his eyes slightly, his expression somewhat subdued. He

turned his gaze away from the nighttime scenery outside and looked

directly at Camille. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he

asked, "Is there something you want to say?"

His question was rather direct, and Camille's eyes showed a hint of

surprise.

She paused for a moment before responding with a question of her

own, "And you?"

Ayan's deep, contemplative gaze remained, and his voice became

husky as he said, “I'm sorry. I realize I acted selfishly. I made a decision

without considering your feelings, and I knew that once you found out,

you wouldn't accept it. Regardless of my reasons for that decision, I

apologize."

Camille lightly pursed her lips, her expression slightly tense. Faced with

Ayan's apologetic words, she couldn't be completely unfeeling. She

remained silent for a few seconds before speaking softly, "I never

thought you would make such a decision. That's why I had always

thought that we were truly divorced.”

Ayan continued to watch her, his expression somewhat heavy. He

spoke in a cold tone, "I was selfish.”

"Yes, you were selfish,” Camille softly echoed. She continued, "Have

you ever thought about the consequences? If it's impossible between

us and I want to marry someone else, wouldn't I be breaking the law?

This could lead to legal consequences.”

Camille's words drifted lightly into Ayan's ears, causing his brows to

furrow slightly, and his expression turned colder.

He coldly asked, "You want to marry someone else?"