Chapter 905: Sixth Sense


    Chapter 905: Sixth Sense


    Camille''s ability to avoid public appearances was due to Talia''s understanding. Talia rarely insisted on


    her presence, considering the Simpson family''s status. No one dared to question Talia, and no one


    would dare to use the daughter-inw''s absence as a reason for scrutiny.


    This made Camille''s life much easier, as she was free from such pressures.


    Thest time Camille asked Talia to talk with Madison, it had gone smoothly. Madison had been


    perfectly at ease when meeting Sienna for the first time. Madison was already a kind person, but with


    Talia''s positive words, the situation had improved even more. She had directly given Sienna the Ward


    family''s heirloom, and the rtionship between mother-inw and daughter-inw was flourishing.


    Having seen the sessful example, Sienna naturally wanted her rtionship with Madison to be


    more stable over time. After all, there was an aura that needed to be harmonized between a new


    daughter-inw and her mother-inw.


    In a pleading tone, Sienna said to Camille, "Just think of it as apanying your best friend, okay?"


    "Can I say no?"


    "Of course not!"


    And so, the n was set.


    After hanging up the phone, Camille realized in hindsight that she wasn''t the one who invited Sienna to


    dinner, yet she seemed to be the one who was now obliged to make a contribution.


    At seven o''clock in the evening, a group of six people arrived at the restaurant.


    The restaurant was arranged by Kian, the old ce, Darkmoor.


    Three men and three women, no sense of distance as work colleagues, just friends enjoying each


    other''spany.


    They sat in separate groups of men and women, and no one felt ufortable.


    Mrs. Bell had met Sienna before, so they quickly struck up a conversation.


    Upon learning that Sienna was now married to Rex, Mrs. Bell offered her blessings and then


    whispered, "Are you nning on having a baby soon?"


    Mrs. Bell''s eyes twinkled mischievously, clearly very curious.


    She spoke softly, so only the three of them could hear.


    Sienna was caught slightly off guard by the question, her demeanor briefly freezing. It seemed the topic


    of having a baby was unexpected.


    After all, they had just gotten married, so the question of having children might be a bit premature.


    They hadn''t even properly enjoyed their newlywed phase, so there were no ns for children at the


    moment.


    This was the first time someone had asked Sienna about having children since she got married to Rex,


    and she wasn''t sure how to respond.


    Her hesitation made Mrs. Bell quickly realize her misstep, and she hurriedly exined, "Sienna, I''m


    sorry if my question made you ufortable. I''m just really fond of children, so I asked without


    thinking too much. You don''t have to answer if you don''t want to."


    Mrs. Bell shot Camille a pleading look, clearly feeling a bit flustered.


    Camille offered Mrs. Bell a reassuring smile and then turned to Sienna, saying, "Mrs. Bell didn''t mean


    anything by it. If you''re notfortable answering, you don''t have to."


    Sienna shook her head and said, "It''s not that I''m notfortable, it''s just that this is the first time I''ve


    heard this question, so I didn''t know how to answer." She smiled, covering her mouth with her hand


    and whispered, "I haven''t thought about having children yet. I still feel like a child myself, and I''m afraid


    I wouldn''t be a good mother."


    Mrs. Bell couldn''t help but chuckle, "Although you may still feel like a child, Cami, who is also a child


    like you, is already a mother. So, there might be advantages to having children sooner."


    "Mrs. Bell, if I didn''t know that you and my mother-inw aren''t close, I might have thought you were


    sent by her!" Sienna joked.


    Mrs. Bell and Camille joined in theughter.


    The topic of having children didn''t linger for too long. It was Sienna''s personal matter, and Mrs. Bell had


    only asked casually.


    As the conversation continued, the atmosphere in the private room remained cheerful. The waitstaff


    continued to bring dishes to the table one after another. Once all the dishes were served, the waitstaff


    left the room, and the group raised their sses for a toast before starting their meal.


    Mr. Bell raised his ss and said, "I hope we''ll have more coborations in the future. Apart from work,


    I also hope that we can be the most loyal friends."


    "Of course, you are always weed to Hance," Ayan tilted his ss slightly, clinking it with Mr. Bell''s.


    Rex followed suit and raised his ss, expressing his wee to Mr. and Mrs. Bell.


    With two gentlemen apanying Mr. Bell, Mrs. Bell was left to chat with Camille and Sienna.


    At this moment, Ayan''s phone suddenly rang.


    His phone was ced on the table, and he nced at the caller ID before declining the call. However,


    the caller seemed persistent and called again, repeating this twice more. Eventually, Ayan had no


    choice but to answer the call, looking at Mr. and Mrs. Bell he said, "Excuse me, I need to take this call.


    Please continue."


    He stood up and left the room to answer the call. Camille''s gaze followed his departure.


    Sitting next to Camille, Sienna ced a dish into Camille''s bowl and said, "Eat more. You''ve been


    losing weighttely."


    Sienna''s gaze was fixed on Camille, pulling her thoughts back into the present.


    Sienna chuckled softly and asked, "Are you really so inseparable from Mr. Simpson now? When are


    you nning to remarry with him? Do you need Rex or my mother-inw to give your mother-inw a


    nudge?"


    "No need. If they could nudge him, I''d have to reconsider his motives for remarrying me," Camille


    replied with an indifferent shake of her head. She whispered, "It''s not that I''m inseparable from him all


    the time. I''m just wondering why someone would keep calling him persistently."


    If it were Kian who had been trying to reach him, someone would probably just knock on the door, since


    the driver and the assistant secretary were dining in the adjacent private room. If there were an urgent


    matter for Ayan, he wouldn''t keep calling repeatedly.


    Camille''s thoughts were remarkably sensitive, not because she wanted to pry, but because certain


    things naturally spread in her mind, perhaps what people referred to as a sixth sense.


    Ayan returned to the room after about five or six minutes on the phone.


    His expression wasn''t very pleasant as he walked in, a slight frown creasing his forehead, disying


    an obvious coldness. Camille was the first to notice, but he quickly reined in his emotions, adopting a


    The rest of the dinner proceeded without any interruptions, going smoothly and pleasantly.


    After the meal, they left Darkmoor, and it was already approaching 9:30 PM.


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    Time had flown by with their lively conversation and enjoyable meal, and no one had noticed howte it


    had gotten.


    Saying their goodbyes at the entrance of Darkmoor, everyone went their separate ways and headed


    home.


    Ayan had some alcohol, and as soon as he got into the car, he leaned his head against Camille''s


    shoulder and closed his eyes to rest. Kian was driving and he took them back to Maple Leaves


    Mansion.


    Ayan''s alcohol intake wasn''t excessive, so he didn''t require assistance. He knew to hold Camille''s hand


    as they walked through the building''s entrance and then took the elevator upstairs.


    Upon entering their apartment, Ayan immediately made his way to the couch andy down. Camille


    gazed at him with a faint emotion ying on her delicate features. She softly inquired, "Shall I prepare


    a ss of honey water for you?"


    Ayan let out a low sound of agreement, then closed his eyes.


    It seemed that he hadn''t drunk this much alcohol in quite a while, leading to his slight difort.


    Camille prepared the honey water and walked over to his side. "Drink this before you go to sleep," she


    advised gently.


    Ayan opened his eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. His breath, tinged with a hint of alcohol, warmed her


    cheek as he spoke hoarsely, "Why do you look unhappy?"


    Despite the alcohol, his eyes remained clear.


    Camille, though not making a fuss, her moods could easily be told.


    She didn''t respond, instead taking the empty ss from him and starting to walk towards the kitchen.


    However, Ayan swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace.


    He held her tenderly. "What''s going on, really?" he murmured.


    Camille pursed her lips, hesitating for a couple of seconds. She then asked directly, "Who called you


    tonight?"


    "Work-rted matters."


    "Is that so?"


    "Of course."


    He gently tilted her chin, a gesture that indicated his desire to steer the conversation away from this


    topic. His mesmerizing eyes locked onto Camille''s, unwavering in their gaze. And then, he leaned in,


    capturing her lips in a kiss.


    Once certain things are set in motion, they can be uncontroble. This was especially true for a


    slightly inebriated Mr. Simpson, who had been holding back for a long time. Once he started, he had no


    intention of stopping.