Chapter 914: Mindful
Chapter 914: Mindful
Camille''s expression grew heavy; she had an indescribable feeling. Meeting Ayan''s gaze, she replied
in a soft, low voice, "Fortunately."
"Good thing there''s a reason behind it, or else this sudden change would make me feel like our
previous rtionship was all for naught."
Although she only said one word, Ayan understood its meaning.
He smiled faintly, "Then don''t think about this matter anymore. As for Mrs. Bell''s message, you''ve
Mr. and Mrs. Bell."
Ayan didn''t want Camille to do anything that might affect her mood. He knew Camille''s soft-hearted
nature and her sense of loyalty. Sometimes certain things inadvertently stirred her emotions, leaving
her unsettled for a while.
As for Mr. and Mrs. Bell''s rtionship and the difficulty of dealing with Mr. Mikk, those were issues
he could easily handle and resolve.
After discussing Mrs. Bell''s matters, the atmosphere fell into silence again.
His eyes were fixed on her, unblinking, and his straightforward expression made her ufortable.
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Camille averted her gaze but her posture on the couch seemed awkward. She subtly bit her lip and
said impassively, "There''s nothing else. I''m leaving."
Camille intended to walk past Ayan on her way out of the office. However, he grabbed her wrist. His
deep voice was low as he asked, "Nothing else to say?"
Camille pretended not to understand, "No."
He chuckled, "Really?"
"Yes."
"So distant with me?" He stood up as well, closing the distance between them until they were almost
touching. He said, "Are you sure you don''t want toe back to the Simpson''s mansion with me? If
Grandpa and my parents see us going separate ways, they''ll surely start nagging me again."
Considering their low status within the Simpson family, he sounded somewhat aggrieved. Camille''s
heart softened, and her lips twitched slightly.
But recallingst night''s events, Camille suppressed the rising curve of her lips and returned to her
impassive demeanor.
She said, "Returning to the Simpson''s mansion is something forter tonight. It''s still early now."
Not refusing, not agreeing.
Ayan chuckled, then released her wrist to hold her tightly in his arms. His gaze was tender as he
looked into her eyes, his voice husky as he asked, "Why such a strong reaction? Can''t I even hold your
hand?"
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes rolling, a faint stiffness in her expression. Then she looked at
Ayan and asked, "Did you find out?"
Ayan didn''t speak, but the subtle, shallow smile at the corner of his mouth was answer enough.
Camille didn''t want to continue hiding, releasing her grip on the hair. The hair in her palm was the same
shade as Eileen''s.
She said directly, "I want to find out if she really is Preston''s sister. What''s her rtionship with
Preston?"
Ayan had spected about their rtionship before, but Eileen and Preston were in separate locations
at that time, both highly cautious due to the incident involving Austin. So, Ayan couldn''t carry out his
initial n.
His suggested action was not inaction.
He smiled faintly, watching Camille reveal the truth, realizing that even if he wanted to deceive her, he
wouldn''t have had the opportunity to coordinate with Kian beforehand. After all, she had just taken the
hair from Eileen, and she wasn''t even sure if she would seed. After Eileen left, she would be out of
reach. The two of them were always together.
He chuckled softly, observing Camille''s inability to hide her displeasure as she spoke candidly. "Give
me the hair, hmm?"
Camille immediately closed her palm. "I told you not because you sensed any reservations. I simply
didn''t want to keep it from you. After all, it''s something that wille out sooner orter. There''s no
need to hide it, right?"
"I''m not trying to stop you, but are you sure you can get Preston''s hair smoothly? He''s currently in
Flento City. Even if you were to go there, can you really get it from him without any trouble? Preston is
suspicious and cautious. One small mistake, and not only will you fail to obtain what you want, but you
might also arouse his suspicion. If he starts suspecting in that direction, we won''t have any chances of
sess in the future."
Ayan''s expression turned stern as he spoke, his brows furrowing. He wasn''t trying to deceive or
threaten Camille. Everything he said had a strong possibility of being true.
If things reached that point, it would be difficult for them to exert any control over Preston in this matter.
Even if they could, it would require a significant amount of resources.
Ayan nced at Camille and purposefully maintained a distance of one step from her. He said, "I know
what worries you. You''re afraid I''ll protect Eileen, and you''re worried I won''t follow your n. Though I
won''t act in that manner, I understand that assurance is something intangible. I won''t force you into
decisions you''re ufortable with. What I can tell you is this: I can arrange this matter faster and
more effectively than if you were to handle it personally."
To show his sincerity, Ayan walked up to his desk and dialed the internal line. "Kian,e in."
Kian responded, "Of course, Mr. Simpson."
In less than a minute, Kian knocked and entered the room.
Seeing Camille in the office didn''t surprise him. His assistant had already given him a brief rundown of
what had happened. He nodded slightly in acknowledgment upon seeing Camille.
Kian approached Ayan and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, what can I do for you?"
Ayan''s tone was calm as he instructed, "Show her what Zoie retrieved from Preston."
Kian hesitated briefly before nodding and promptly turned to leave. He returned within a few minutes,
holding a small box resembling a piece of jewelry. He gently opened it and extended it toward Camille.
Inside was a lock of hair, its texture and length indicating that it belonged to a man.
Kian exined, "Madam, this is hair that our team obtained from Preston. Originally, we intended to
use Preston''s hair for a blood rtion test with Eileen."
Camille was well aware that Ayan wouldn''t have had the opportunity to coordinate this with Kian in
advance, even if he had wanted to deceive her. She had just acquired Eileen''s hair herself, and Eileen
didn''t even know if it would work before she left. There wouldn''t have been a chance afterward,
especially since they had been together the entire time.
Camille didn''t speak, her expression growing more serious. Ayan looked at Kian, and Kian left the
room.
It was now just Camille and Ayan left in the office. Ayan leaned against the desk, his expression devoid
of any unnecessary emotions or reactions to the situation.
Camille asked, "You really don''t mind at all?"
"Why should I mind?"
He raised his eyes to meet Camille''s, a faint smile in their depths. This smile seemed to say, "I''m not so
bored as to waste time on insignificant matters like this."
Camille pursed her lips, her expression warm and gentle. She said, "Can we get the results by
tomorrow?"
Her question was clear, and she was only a step away from saying she agreed.
Understanding her intent, Ayan raised his hands to prop them on the desk. He then stood up and
approached her, taking her hand gently. He ced the hair into the box and said, "Let''s go to the
testing center together."
He acted immediately, leaving his work behind and taking Camille with him.
He had a friend at the testing center, and he had already contacted him on the way. When they arrived,
the friend was waiting for them.
Ayan didn''t mention the wet hair, and the friend didn''t ask a redundant question. Ayan went straight to
the point, "We need the results by tomorrow morning. Should I bring them to you, or would you prefer
to pick them up?"