Chapter 227 Get Sweet to Death


    Camille was stunned and felt helpless.


    Ayan was still looking at her and reminded her in a gentle voice, “Get in the car. I can’t stop here for too


    long.”


    Would he be worried about that?


    It’s just an excuse.


    Eventually, Camille got into the car. She lowered head and fastened her seat belt. The car moved


    forward the next second.


    The atmosphere in the car was quite quiet. All the way back to the apartment, they both stayed silent.


    As for Sophia, neither of them mentioned it anymore.


    Camille told herself that it was just a small thing, so it should not affect the experience of getting along


    with each other or make the atmosphere unpleasant. More importantly, she was going topete and


    there was no extra energy for her to focus on other things.


    The night before the contestpetition, Ayan asked her to finish her work early and said, “Don’t work


    overtime tonight, OK? Let’s go out to have dinner. You’ve been spending all your time on the drawings


    recently. That’s boring.”


    Camille pursed her lips, wanting to refuse subconsciously.


    It seemed that Ayan spelt over her mind, so he went ahead of her and said the next second before her


    words, “Take it as to apany me, OK?”


    Camille finally agreed.


    Ayan took her to Darkmoor for dinner, just the two of them.


    After dinner, Ayan drove her to the river for a walk. They were hand in hand like a couple, enjoying the


    silence of this moment without any conversation.


    Ayan took her by the hand and they walked along the river to a pub street, where the atmosphere was


    very nice and rxing.


    Ayan looked down at her and said, “Shall we go in?”


    But Camille, who was pregnant, didn’t really fit in such a ce. She resisted, “I don’t want toe in.


    let’s go home!”


    Ayan narrowed his eyes and asked, “Just for a while.”


    Camille pressed her lips and stopped talking.


    He reached over her shoulder and whispered, “Wouldn’t youe in and see the surprise I’ve


    prepared for you?”


    Camille looked at the man beside her with some surprise, only to see a hint of smile on his thin lips and


    a handsome face revealing mysterious enigma.


    Before Camille gathered her wits together, he had already led her inside.


    After entering the bar, his palm covered her eyes gently to block her vision. Camille was a bit startled


    and clutched his clothes subconsciously.


    Ayan said in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”


    Camille followed him for about a dozen paces, then stopped.


    He put his arms around Camille’s shoulders to sit her on the couch and nced at the man across from


    him before removing the hand that was covering Camille’s eyes.


    Camille opened her eyes and was a little unustomed to the light. She rubbed her eyes. The moment


    she putdown her hand, she saw the person sitting opposite.


    She eximed, “Sienna, why are you here?”


    Sienna smiled with her arms sping around her chest and tutted twice, “Mr. Simpson invited me here


    at a high price and asked me to apany you to participate in the contest. You two are so lovey-


    dovey with no regard for my feelings. Would you want to make me admire you?”


    Camille looked at Ayan subconsciously, who also fixed his eyes on her.


    Looking at each other, Camille pursed her lips and smiled, “Thank you, Ayan.”


    Ayan reached out and pinched her cheek and whispered, "You guys talk first, I''ll drive over.”


    The car was still parked at the ce for dinner, which was a little distant.


    As Ayan went to drive, Sienna looked at Camille with a gossipy look on her face. She stretched out her


    hands to support her cheek, and asked curiously, “How are things going with you?”


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    “Not bad.”


    “Well, you are now a double harvest of career and marriage.”


    “How about you? Are you OK?”


    “I’m fine. I’ll die alone. Don’t worry about me. However, if you really love me, you can give me the baby


    after birth, or have another baby for me.”


    She sighed and made a pitiful look deliberately to make Camille care about her.


    However, Camille said coldly, “I’m not worried about you, so can live yourself well.”


    Feeling wronged, Sienna picked up her bag and got up quickly. “Don’t stop me. I’m going to take a taxi


    back to Flento City overnight.”


    “Okay. Careful on your way out.”


    Camille had little reaction.


    Sienna sighed helplessly and went to Camille directly. She pinched Camille’s neck gently and said,


    “You are so ruthless. That’s how you treat me after getting married, right?”


    “Humph!” Sienna loosened her up and then leaned on her shoulder, saying, “Go get them. Don’t be


    nervous. I’m always with you.”


    No matter how they quarreled and fought or no matter what happened, the rtionship between them


    would never change, let alone be affected by the interests of the outside world and others’ provocation.


    Ayan gave them plenty of time to chat and rx. It was more than an hour before Ayan called to


    remind them that he was at the door.


    Camille and Sienna came out arm-in-arm and sat in the back seat, considering Ayan as a driver totally.


    Sienna smiled wickedly, “Mr. Simpson, you won’t be upset to drive us yourself, right?”


    Camille looked out of the window. She would rather not to understand the extra meaning of her words.


    Ayan could see Camille’s reaction through the rearview window. He couldn’t help but hook her lips and


    said in a low voice, “No. I’m honored to serve two beautiful girls.”


    Sienna smiled. She would say more nice things about him to Camille for his sake of fawning.


    Back to the apartment, Sienna stayed at the house of grandma for the time being. Because it was


    gettingte and Camille had to go thepetition tomorrow morning, she went back quickly and fell


    asleep after taking a shower.


    However, Camille was not sleepy as shey on the bed. She stared at the ceiling.


    Ayan raised his hand to cover her eyes. “What are you looking at?”


    “I’m thinking about the contest tomorrow.”


    “Nervous?”


    She shook her head. “No, I’m just thinking about whether there exists something I didn’t do well.”


    “You’ve done well. Now all you have to do is to fall asleep and have a good rest. It’s going to be a long


    day tomorrow.”


    Camille replied, “Okay.” And she leaned over.


    She turned her back to Ayan, just in time for him to hug her gently from behind. He kissed her neck


    softly. “Good night.”


    “Well. Good night.”


    Camille closed her eyes and told herself that everything would be fine.


    After a dreamless night, Camille arrived at thepany with Sienna. Since Ayan and her were the


    organizer and contestant today, they had to maintain a distance.


    After arriving at the office, Camille asked Yessica and the others toe in for thest check. While


    they were examining the drawings carefully, Camille’s phone rang suddenly.


    It was a number she had never seen before.


    She picked up her phone and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, then pressed the answer


    button, "Hello. This is Camille.”


    “Camille, for your own good, don’t take part in thepetition.”


    It was a very soft female voice, but with a voice changer, she couldn’t tell who it was.