Chapter 1100: Talk Too Much
Chapter 1100: Talk Too Much
But Camille hesitated.
She felt that telling Ayan at this moment might not serve any purpose. Their rtionship was stable
now, and she didn''t want to bring up her many years of liking someone else, creating pressure or guilt
for Ayan, and other unpredictable emotions.
Camille gently pursed her lips and, after a moment of contemtion, spoke to Ayan, "Ayan, are you
upset?" She looked at Ayan candidly, without a trace of guilt or evasion. She said earnestly, "The past
is in the past, so I don''t want to dwell on it. But what I can tell you is that now, you are my everything in
love. Do you understand what I mean?"
She feared that Ayan might not understand or have any misconceptions, so she directly initiated the
online confession mode.
Ayan was momentarily surprised by this straightforward approach. Even the hand on the steering
wheel trembled slightly, causing the car''s straight line to shift momentarily. He quickly regained control,
and they were getting closer to the Simpson''s mansion. Throughout this process, he remained silent.
It wasn''t until the car smoothly stopped at the Simpson''s mansion entrance that he turned to look at the
woman beside him. His gaze, steady on Camille, and his voice, unusually husky, said, "So, were you
confessing to me just now?"
Hearing the word "confess," Camille was also slightly stunned. She stared at Ayan with a nk
expression.
Before she could speak, Ayan''s voice continued, "Afraid that I''d be unhappy or jealous, deliberately
trying to please me, or were these your genuine thoughts at this moment?"
Camille furrowed her brows slightly. This line of questioning left her stiff.
In the next moment, he added, "Cami, answer me, hmm?"
Camille lightly opened her mouth, her voice very soft, "Not to please you. It''s genuinely what I''m
thinking."
Before she could finish speaking, his kiss had already descended.
She stiffened all over, not daring to make any move, allowing him to kiss her.
The kisssted for quite a while. If they weren''t in the car, Camille would have doubted her ability to
stand.
Feeling utterly powerless, she became as pliant as water.
Her cheeks were crimson, and she dared not look at Ayan. The car arrived at the Simpson''s mansion,
and she didn''t even remember how she got out of the car.
Back inside, Talia casually asked, "What were you doing outside? It took so long toe in. Timmy
has been calling for mom and dad whenever he hears a car."
Camille lowered her gaze to Timmy but didn''t want to answer Talia. Only Ayan calmly said, "Had a call."
Camille busied herself with ying with Timmy, not wanting to be questioned about what they were
doing outside.
At this moment, the old Simpson came out of the room, pushed by Fletcher. Talia said, "Xian will be
here soon. Let''s wait for her to have dinner together."
"Sure!" Camille responded, then asked Timmy, "Auntie ising back. Are you happy?"
Timmy pped his hands, very cooperative, and said, "Happy, happy!"
He liked Aria a lot because Aria spoiled him. Even though she was rarely at home, video calls were
frequent. Aria sent him various toys no matter where she went, so most of the toys at home were
bought by Aria. Could he not like this aunt?
While waiting for Aria, Ayan took the initiative to steer the conversation toward the matter of the old
Simpson going to the hospital tomorrow.
He looked at the old Simpson and said, "Grandpa, you''re going to the hospital tomorrow. Is there
anything you want to say?"
The old Simpson nced at Ayan and said in a faint voice, "Nothing to say."
Ayan chuckled, "Are you nervous?"
The old Simpson gave him a sharp look, a gaze that seemed to want to cut him.
Ayan wasn''t afraid at all; his smile deepened. He said softly, "No need to be nervous. I''ve arranged a
suite for you at the hospital with Dr. Ellis. If you feel bored, we cane to chat with you anytime. Dad
and Mom will spend a lot of time with you recently. Besides, Dr. Ellis is someone you know well. You
can tell us anything you want. Rx, don''t put any pressure on yourself, okay?"
Ayan''s words echoed Fletcher and Talia''s sentiments.
Fletcher took over, "Dad, Ayan is right. Don''t be nervous or worried. Just cooperate with Dr. Ellis. If you
feel any difort, say it right away. Never endure it because you''re afraid of causing trouble or
feeling embarrassed. Understand?"
The old Simpson nodded slightly, his expression somewhat stiff. He said calmly, "I understand, I
understand. I''m not a three-year-old child. Do I still not know these principles?"
Ayanughed, "Indeed, you''re not a three-year-old, but I''m afraid you''ll get as angry as Timmy and
throw a tantrum."
The old Simpson didn''t like to hear this. He snorted lightly, ncing at Ayan as if he wanted to cut him
with his eyes. The old Simpson couldn''t withstand the urge to scold him.
Camille, holding Timmy, walked to the old Simpson''s side and sat down. She gently ced Timmy in
front of the old Simpson and said in a gentle voice, "Grandpa, don''t listen to him. Just focus on getting
better. Remember our agreement. We''re all here to support you. Don''t worry, and don''t be nervous."
The old Simpson cherished Camille the most, so he listened to her words attentively. He not only
listened but also foundfort in them.
Afterforting the old Simpson, the atmosphere lightened, and the old Simpson became more
talkative.
Aria also rushed back before dinner. After everyone greeted each other, Aria held onto Timmy and
didn''t let go.
During dinner, she insisted on feeding him, sparing Camille and Talia from worrying about it.
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Camille, watching Aria''s affection for Timmy, felt grateful and happy. There were no issues between her
and Aria; they got along extremely well. Whenever she thought about this, Camille felt like she must
have done a great deed in her past life for fate to bring her to the Simpson family in this life.
After dinner, everyone stayed with the old Simpson, chatting until around nine o''clock when the old
Simpson felt tired and wanted to return to his room.
However, the old Simpson called out, "Cami, help me back."
Camille immediately got up and went to assist the old Simpson. When Camille supported the old
Simpson and walked away, Aria asked in a low voice, "What does grandpa want to tell sister-inw?"
"Guess," Ayan said indifferently.
Aria snorted, "Timmy, go beat your dad. He talks too much."
Timmy naturally dared not, but his little face showed a protective look for his aunt. Seeing this, Ayan
frowned, "Come over."
Timmy walked over with his short little legs, and before Ayan could speak, he already opened his
mouth, saying, "Dad, Mom said you shouldn''t bully girls."
Timmy''s unexpected words stunned everyone present, and when they realized it,ughter erupted.
Talia and Aria, especially, were thrilled, both giving Timmy a thumbs-up. "Timmy is amazing," they said.
Ayan was also taken aback, never expecting to be educated by his own son one day. Nevertheless, the
little guy was impressive, understanding such principles at such a young age. Not bad.
Ayan felt a genuine sense of pride. He picked Timmy up and ced him on hisp, speaking gently,
"Yes, Mom is right. So, you need to protect Mom, Grandma, and Aunt, okay?"
"I will," Timmy answered firmly.
As Camille apanied the old Simpson back to his room, the atmosphere in the living room was
rtively quiet. Feeling the silence, Talia couldn''t resist starting to nudge Aria about marriage.
Ayan, however, wasn''t focused on that. He kept wondering what the old Simpson and Camille were
talking about.
Inside the old Simpson''s room, Camille helped him sit on the edge of the bed. The old Simpson
gestured to a nearby chair for Camille to sit.
Looking at Camille, he said, "I''m going to the hospital tomorrow. I don''t know if these old bones can
hold up, so there are some things I want to talk to you about in advance!"