Chapter 437: Win-Win
Chapter 437: Win-Win
Talia sighed silently, her eyes turned to Timmy who was staring at her with a curious face as hey in
the stroller, and the smile at the corner of her mouth emerged once again.
Ayan came out of the nursery, he did not immediately go downstairs, but raised his feet and walked to
the study, but to go to the study to pass Camille''s room, which is also his former room, he seemed to
deliberately slow down his pace, just when Camille also came out of the room, the two met in the
hallway.
She originally wanted to go back to her room to get her phone and go downstairs for a while, but she
didn''t expect Ayan toe out so quickly.
Camille subconsciously lowered her eyes, then lightly pursed her lips without intending to speak, but he
was slowly approaching and did not stop until he was standing in front of her.
He looked down at her and said in a gentle voice, "Tomorrow night is Mrs. Bell''s birthday party, I''lle
over early and pick you up?"
Camille then calmed down, so he came to talk about it.
She looked up to meet his gaze and responded in a light voice: "I can go there myself, so you don''t
need to bother making another trip."
"Never mind, I just happen to be back to see Timmy, so let''s just say it''s okay?"
His answer was natural and without the slightest hint of deliberateness.
Camille lightly pursed her lips and no longer refused, just a low muffled sound.
Talking about this is usually not already the end of the topic to go their own way?
But Ayan obviously didn''t mean it, his deep eyes kept staring at her, and such a direct gaze made
Camille ufortable, and she asked indifferently, "Is there anything else?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was low, the knot of his throat rolled down, and his voice
was mute to the extreme: "You are not fat at all, even if you are slightly fat, you look good."
Camille waspletely frozen.
The whole person stood there motionless and stunned as if he was frozen.
After Ayan said this, he had walked past her and went directly to the study, but she stood there for a
long time without any reaction or movement.
Camille felt that her cheeks were hot and her emotions were very high. She felt that it was not suitable
for her to go downstairs at this moment, it was better to go back to her room to calm down and cool off,
and most of all, she did not want to meet Ayan.
As far as she could remember, Ayan never seemed to have said anything like that.
What did he just say?
She is not fat at all? Even if she is fat, she looks good?
Camille wonders how these words came out of Ayan''s mouth?
What''s wrong with him? Was he possessed?
....
The venue for Mrs. Bell''s birthday was chosen by Ayan himself, a garden restaurant owned by the
Simpson Group, which just happened to be redecorated and not yet officially open to the public, so
Kian was given the task of finding a professional team to decorate it.
Around 6pm on her birthday, Ayan drove back to the Simpson''s mansion to take her to the birthday
site.
The site is very cozy andfortable.
When they saw Camille and Ayaning, Mr. and Mrs. Bell immediately came forward to greet them,
and Mrs. Bell even gave a warm hug: "Cami, thank you for my birthday, I love it and am very happy."
Camille smiled slightly: "The credit has nothing to do with me, it was all prepared by Ayan."
Mr. Bell took over: "We''re touched by your thoughts, thank you for taking care of us."
This was said to Ayan.
Ayan smiled lightly and said, "You''re wee, we''re friends, there''s no need to be so polite between
friends."
Mr. Bell nodded his head, obviously satisfied with this answer in his heart.
At that moment, Camille gave Mrs. Bell the gift box she was carrying: "Happy birthday, I know you don''t
Mrs. Bell took it in a hurry: "Thank you."
At this time, Austin and Cora also arrived, a few people exchanged pleasantries, and after some
congrattions, Cora also gave a gift, is thetest Coach seasonal jewelry, worth a lot of money.
Inparison, Camille''s seems to be just as mediocre.
But the birthday gift will be the heart, as long as the person giving and receiving it likes it.
Cora suddenly spoke up at that moment: "Mrs. Bell, I wonder what kind of gift Mrs. Simpson has sent?
Do you have the honor to take a look?"
Mrs. Bell subconsciously looked to Camille: "Cami, is that okay?"
"Of course you can, it''s yours now."
Camille responded in a warm voice, with a gentle smile on her face at all times.
Mrs. Bell followed and unwrapped it, a dark green silk dress, silk material, embroidered with flowers,
even if not yet worn, but already enough to feel the magnificence of the silk dress.
Mrs. Bell let out an exmation of surprise and said repeatedly, "So beautiful, and pretty, I like it very
much."
"As you like." Camille smiled lightly.
Cora, however, recognized the characteristic mark of the silk dress and asked, somewhat
incredulously, "Is it by Master Susan?"
Camille''s face doesn''t change: "Yeah."
Austin saw Cora''s surprise and couldn''t help but asked, "Who is Master Susan?"
"She is a famous costume designer and the only inheritor of Su embroidery today, but Master Susan
hasn''t made silk gowns for many years, did Mrs. Simpson buy them from the sidelines? "
Cora was very shocked and did not expect Camille to give Mrs. Bell the silk dress made by Master
Susan,pared to Coach''s jewelry which was too ordinary.
Camille just smiled lightly, there is no ripple response: "Of course not, close to wear clothing naturally to
first-hand to fit. I just asked a friend to contact Master Susan to purchase this."
Ever since Mr. and Mrs. Bell came to visit her and Timmy and learned that Mrs. Bell would be here for
her birthday, she has been preparing gifts.
Knowing that Mrs. Bell didn''tck anything, she asked for connections to buy a silk dress from a Mr.
embroiderer for Mrs. Bell as a birthday gift.
Originally, I just wanted to keep a low profile, but I didn''t expect Cora to recognize it.
Camille''s answer was too calm, as if it wasn''t a big deal at all.
Cora''s eyes were fixed on her, and Austin smiled and asked lightly, "I guess Mr. Simpson went to a lot
of trouble, right? I heard that such a legacy craftsman is the hardest to find."
"Nothing to do with me, the gift was prepared by Cami and she asked a friend to buy it, she has always
been in charge of this aspect."
Ayan looked at Camille for a moment, and this statement also undoubtedly told the people present that
one of their family is the main outside and one is the main inside.
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Mr. and Mrs. Bell were impressed by the rtionship between the couple.
Because of this episode, Cora''s mood was hard to calm, she wondered how Camille could know
someone who could convince someone like the master of suzuki, because in her perception, Camille
was just the unpopr daughter of the Armstrong family, so she was a little unable to ept it.
All of those who attended the birthday party today were friends of Mr. and Mrs. Bell in Hance City, and
they were naturally familiar with Ayan, and they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to have a
little rtionship with Simpson Group to facilitate future cooperation.
Ayan also introduced Austin to other people. The next inseparable cooperation with Norman Group is
naturally a win-win situation.
Ayan had several sses of wine after some socializing, and it was time to cut the cake.
Everyone congratted Mrs. Bell on her birthday, and then it was time for free time.
Ayan led Camille to the lounge area and sat down, then that gave her time to ask, "Howe you
never told me?"
"Aren''t you busy?"
Camille returned lightly.
Besides, she didn''t think it was necessary to tell him specifically, after all, it was her friendship with Mrs.
Bell.
Camille pursed her lips and lowered her eyes as Ayan''s voice rang out again, "What I''m asking is, how
much more do you have that I don''t know about? Why won''t you reveal anything to me?"
Camille narrowed her eyes slightly, then averted her gaze not to continue looking at him, she said, "It''s
not like it''s anything important, so why bother telling you?"
"What''s important to you?"
"Timmy, of course."
"Is he the only one?"
He asked in a low voice.