Chapter 751 Seriousness


    Ayan shook his head, as the steering wheel was no longer in his hands and he didn''t feel safe with


    Camille driving at this time of day. It wasn''t that he didn''t trust her driving skills, but there were a lot of


    cars on the road during lunchtime and he was worried that another car might hit them. If he had control


    of the steering wheel, he would have swerved without hesitation and not given any opportunity for other


    cars behind them.


    Apart from this concern, Ayan also thought about something else. If they managed to shake off their


    pursuer this time, what about next time? Instead of wasting time dealing with it repeatedly, it would be


    better to figure out their opponent''s motives first! The only person who could be following him and


    Camille at such a risky moment besides Preston was hard for Ayan to imagine.


    They arrived at the restaurant by car and parked near the roadside where they saw a ck car parked


    not too far away. Ayan nced over before taking Camille''s hand and walking into the restaurant


    together.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Ayan said to Camille: "Don''t be nervous; rx a little bit. We''re not tracking anyone else here; we''re not


    the ones who should feel guilty or nervous."


    Camille nodded: "I''m not nervous; I''m just curious."


    Ayan couldn''t help but smile: "Curious about what? Do you want to know who is following us?"


    "Well... don''t you?"


    "I don''t need to think about it because I can guess who it is," said Ayan while looking down at Camille


    with a faint smile on his lips.


    The restaurant was bustling with peopleing in and out; however, they had reserved an elegant


    table near one side. After ordering their food, Ayan asked casually: "Why did you invite me out for


    dinner today? Is it because you wanted to thank me for supporting you?"


    "I don''t need your thanks," replied Camille bluntly without any courtesy or formality since she didn''t see


    why she should thank him anyway.


    Ayan kept an eye on her throughout dinner while also keeping watch around them in case anyone


    looked suspicious or strange around them. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed intently at her


    before asking again: "Are you really not going to tell me why you suddenly invited me out for dinner?"


    "Isn''t it toote now?" joked Camille yfully as she blinked her eyes mischievously at him while


    finding him cute in an unusual way.


    Looking back into those bright brown eyes filled with curiosity made Aya''s heart skip beat momentarily


    before replying softly:"If I were someone bad then wouldn''t have already taken advantage of your


    invitation by now? What could knowing my reason do if even running away isn''t possible anymore?"


    Camileughed lightly feeling amused by how innocent yet smart Ayen sounded right now."You''re


    right," she agreed wholeheartedly enjoying herself more than ever before since meeting Ayen.


    His handsome profile emerged with a slight smile, and his deep eyes stared at Camille without blinking.


    He said, "Alright then, I won''t run away. You''re not going to sell me off, are you?"


    "That''s hard to say."


    "Don''t you leave anything for yourself?"


    She pretended to ponder, furrowing her brows in thought. After a moment, she said in a calm tone,


    "Why not save the best for ourselves?"


    "Am I not the best?"


    "Who knows?"


    Ayan snorted lightly and said, "Is there anyone better than me? The best is right in front of you, keep a


    close eye on it and don''t let someone else take it away easily."


    "Can you just take it away easily? Then go ahead and take it!"


    Camille has no intention of holding on.


    Ayanughed out loud and instantly seemed like a loyal dog reaching out to hold her: "I won''t leave, no


    one can take me away. I''ll wait for you to lead the way, okay?"


    Camille slightly pursed her lips and looked at him with a hint of disdain for his worthless appearance.


    But I am truly happy in my heart.


    Because she can clearly feel Ayan''s changes towards her, the kind of changes that are not just words


    but can be seen in his actions and felt in his heart.


    Before, he had no liking or love for her at all, but now she can feel Ayan''s affection.


    Camille doesn''t know whether to feel happy or not?


    But to say that there was no joy is definitely false, just like when the clouds finally parted and she saw


    the moonlight, but only she knows how difficult this journey was and what she experienced. It was such


    a hard road to walk on and she had indeed considered giving up at one point. She had truly made up


    her mind and nned to cut ties with this person.


    But his persistence made it impossible for her to refuse. Perhaps God felt sorry for her loving this man


    for so long and didn''t want her to let him go like this.


    So let her enjoy the taste of being chased, but also let her begin to torture him, after all, out of the mix,


    sooner orter to return.


    After the dishes were served, the two of them chatted and ate at the same time.


    The number of people in the restaurant is also slowly decreasing because Camille can go to the


    museumter in the afternoon, so there is no rush. Ayan naturally doesn''t hurry back to thepany


    while apanying Camille.


    After eating almost everything, Camille finally spoke up and said, "Preston called me today."


    "So you made it up to me by asking me out to dinner?" He took the word as if it had been nned.


    Camille smiled and said, "Do you want to eptpensation?"


    "Not epted."


    "Camille, are you being cruel? I''m already jealous and you''re still making me guess why he''s looking for


    you? Tsk!" He made a light sound, as if he was serious.


    Camille sighed helplessly. "Be serious."


    Only then did he stop ying around. He squinted his eyes and said indifferently, "What did he want?


    Did he ask about Sean?"


    "How do you know?"


    "If he called just to chat about boring topics, you wouldn''t have let me know." He used a pun that made


    Camille''s eyes dodge away slightly in guilt. But he didn''t expose her and continued gently staring at her


    as he spoke: "This is the only thing that could make him look for you right now, so it''s not hard to


    guess."


    Camille suddenly felt bored after going around in circles only to find out that they had already guessed


    it.


    "So what are your ns?" Camille asked.