Chapter 671 Tiredness


    Chapter 671 Tiredness


    Camille showed a light smile and told the truth: "It''s the baby''s father, who had a little ident and hurt


    his leg."


    "The baby''s father? You''re married?"


    Camille nodded and did not exin too much, because Ayan''s identity was special, so some part of the


    story couldn''t be said too clearly.


    Hearing that she was already married, Gracelynn''s eyes shed with a faint trace of disappointment,


    but it wasn''t too obvious.


    She also expressed concern, andter added, "Your rtionship must be very good, or you wouldn''t


    Camille showed a light smile and she also did not exin too much. Kian''s message was sent again to


    remind her that he finished his job here and he had to go back to thepany to arrange other things.


    Camille replied OK, and then apanied Gracelynn for another two minutes, then said: "His work is


    over. I have to go back to the ward. He has a pain in his hand. He needs to be fed to eat, so I''ll go first."


    Gracelynn also immediately said: "Well, then you go quickly. We can talk for another time. I like


    chatting with you."


    Camille smiled slightly. The two had exchanged contact information thest time they met, so it was


    easy to meet up.


    After Camille had left, Gracelynn then sat alone in a chair quietly basking in the sun, and the smile on


    her face had dissipated, leaving only a loneliness.


    After a while, when Jordan found her, she was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed and


    looked like she was asleep.


    Jordan walked over and sat next to her, and Gracelynn immediately woke up and opened her eyes the


    next moment.


    After seeing that the person next to her was Jordan, she then asked in a low voice, "Been looking for


    me long? Why didn''t you just call me?"


    Jordan: "I just got here a while ago. Why are you sitting here alone?"


    "It''s kind of boring to stay in the ward, so it''s nice to get out and walk around and get some sunlight,


    and I just ran into Camille and talked to her for a while."


    Jordan''s expression was mild and didn''t change, because they were in the same building, the chances


    of meeting were naturally was not small.


    So there was no surprise for him.


    But Gracelynn couldn''t resist asking, "Guess what I talked to her about?"


    Jordan smiled gently, "What was the conversation about?"


    He could sense that his mother got along well with Camille and smile more often on her faces when


    she talked about Camille, so he was grateful for Camille as well.


    Gracelynn sighed with some disappointment, her voice faint: "Camille is already married. She even has


    a child. It is no wonder she has long had a partner. After all, she''s such a good and kind girl, so


    naturally a lot of people like her."


    Jordan was also only slightly stunned, but not much surprised as heughed low, "You seem


    disappointed?"


    "Well, that''s disappointing, originally..."


    "Mother, there are some words that will bring trouble to others, so do not say them!" Jordan warmly


    remindedto other people, his gaze causing the slightest pressure .


    Gracelynn no longer spoke. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled.


    Jordan sat with Gracelynn in the garden for a long time. They chatted with each other, during which


    Gracelynn also asked, "You have been back in Hance City for some time, so has your father ever


    contacted you?"


    Jordan''s face stiffened, but always maintaining some gentleness. He said without much emotion, "Well,


    we have contacted."


    Gracelynn asked again, "Did he say anything?"


    "He asked me to go back to West City to assist David in his work for the Bailey Group."


    "What do you think?"


    "I declined. I''m not interested in the Bailey Group." He said it frankly, but Gracelynn didn''t respond for a


    long time.


    Jordan whispered, "Mom, don''t think too much about it. I don''t want anyone from the Bailey family to


    interfere with your life or mine, so I won''t interfere with anything from the Bailey family."


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    Gracelynn also nodded slightly. Her voice was not just as energetic, and she said a little sadly: "I


    understand what you are thinking, but you are always a Bailey family member. No matter what, you are


    the Bailey family''s eldest son. This will never change. "


    "It doesn''t matter to me at all."


    "Jordan, you promised me."


    "I know, don''t worry. I''ll always be one of the Bailey family, I won''t leave," Jordan assured in a warm


    voice, but the despondency that slipped through the depths of his eyes went unnoticed.


    He said this, but only to let Gracelynn not worry about him. As for the Bailey family, he didn''t care.


    Because of staying too long in the wind, Gracelynn had a fever that day, and her body was already


    weak, and now it became even worse.


    So for several days Camille did not meet Gracelynn again. During this period, Ayan''s wound recovery


    went pretty well, and he had been in the hospital long enough, so after consulting the doctor, he


    immediately asked to be discharged, without the inclination to stay in the hospital for one more second.


    On the day Ayan was to be discharged from the hospital, Kian went to check in while Camille packed


    his things and he sat on the couch waiting.


    Maybe he was a little bored of being alone, so he suddenly asked, "Do I look like a useless burden to


    you now?"


    Camille was busy, and when she heard this she looked up towards him, "Yeah."


    If he hadn''t said it, she wouldn''t have thought so.


    Since he said, if she did not cooperate at all, he would get annoyed again.


    Ayan was dumfounded by her answer with just one word, deep ck eyes slightly stunned. Only after a


    few seconds did he return to his senses. His gaze was a little cold as he stared at Camille, his voice


    was low, "So that''s what you think in your heart?"


    "Well, yeah." Camille nodded, and without looking at him more, continued to pack her things.


    Ayan slightly narrowed his narrow eyes, his thin lips pursed into a straight line. Although knowing that


    she was doing it on purpose, he still was still a little annoyed, so he stood up directly from the sofa and


    walked towards Camille, with the uninjured foot taking all the weight .


    His pace was slow and there was little sound, so Camille did not notice his movement.


    When she had realized the presence of someone behind her and was ready to turn her body, she had


    been hugged by a pair of arms around the waist.


    Her back is impermeable to the man''s strong and hot chest, and heheld her extremely hard, as if with a


    vengeful vengeance.


    His voice was low and husky, "Do you really think I look like a burden?"


    Feeling helpless, Camille closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Let go of me first. I''m suffocating."


    "Then go on with it!" He said , almost gritting his teeth, "Answer me this question, yes or no?"


    "Mr. Simpson, how can you be so unreasonable? Obviously I didn''t say anything, and you said it


    yourself. Howe you''re now ming me for it?"


    This man is really ridiculous!


    But Ayan was not reasonable at all, his low mute voice pressed against her ear, "I''m not reasonable, so


    tell me, do you dislike me?"


    Camille gasped a little and frowned, "Let go of me first."


    "You answer first."


    "Ayan!"


    "Say!"


    "No." She rolled her eyes. She wouldn''t want to fight with a patient.


    But he did not relent in pursuing the question, "No what?"


    "There''s no dislike for you."


    "Who am I?"


    "Ayan."


    "Who is Ayan?"


    "It''s you."


    "I am your..."


    Camille couldn''t stand it: "Ayan, are you done?"


    She tried to break him away with her hands, but he had no intention of letting go.


    Camille didn''t want to stand it and just said coldly, "What the hell do you want? Do you want to get out


    of the hospital or not?"


    How does he be more and more annoying after being hospitalized?


    Camille felt a splitting headache, as unpleasant as if it were about to explode.


    But Ayan was not aware of this at all. He freed a hand to take her soft white hand and rubbed. Her


    slender fingers and clean and transparent nails were very eye-catching.


    Camille let him grab it and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Do you still want your other foot safe and


    sound?"


    Her words were full of threats.


    Ayan, however, was undaunted and smiled with a hooked lip: "If you really want to, then just do it!"


    He also expected that the action behind her words would be nothing more than a hard stomp on him


    with her foot.


    If he really couldn''t move, he had another reason topletely rely on her.