Chapter 1141: Special Invitation


    Chapter 1141: Special Invitation


    Camille refused to speak, just blushing and saying, "Be serious."


    "Am I not serious enough?" he responded, his voice unusually husky.


    Camille attempted to cover his mouth to stop him from talking, but Ayan intercepted her hand, gently


    held it, and their gaze locked, gradually taking on a different tone.


    Invisible shifts urred in their eye contact, and soon Camille found herself being carried to bed


    without knowing how.


    Everything that followed unfolded naturally, but Ayan was notorious for not keeping his word in such


    matters.


    This infuriated Camille, who had agreed to just once, but the duration of that once left her in unbearable


    agony.


    She only remembered herself in the end, like a fish swimming in the sea, suddenlycking oxygen,


    trying to ascend for a breath but failing.


    A dreamless night.


    The next day, Camille woke up at eight, the official start of the designpetition.


    Ayan, on the other hand, had risen early, leaving for thepany around seven. He left her a note:


    "I''ve gone to the office. See you at the designpetitionter. I''ve asked Kian to wait for you at the


    entrance. He''ll take you to the judges'' area. Sound good?"


    Camille, after reading it, casually grabbed a pen and made a fierce cross on the note. Then, rubbing


    her nearly broken waist, she got out of bed.


    After freshening up and changing, she dragged her heavy body downstairs.


    She had no appetite, taking only a few sips of millet congee and a bit of side dish. Then, grabbing the


    milk prepared by the housekeeper, she headed out.


    Today was Sienna''s big day, and Camille couldn''t miss it.


    Arriving at thepany neither early norte, Sienna was already there. Seeing Camille, her first


    question was, "Are you okay? Ayan said you were nervous and stayed upte. I didn''t call you."


    Camille squinted slightly, silently cursing Ayan. However, her face remained unchanged as she


    responded to Sienna, "Hmm, maybe too excited. Had trouble sleeping."


    She said it with a poker face, showing no signs of nervousness or panic.


    Sienna didn''t think much, just saying, "Shall we get ready to go to the venue?"


    "Yes, sure." Camille nodded gently, and the group headed straight to the venue.


    Sienna''s home ground meant Rex arranged a driver and two assistants for her. They all boarded a


    business car, and on the way, Camille leaned on her seat,cking both spirit and energy. Sienna


    noticed and asked, "What''s wrong with you?"


    Camille shook her head. "Maybe just nervous."


    "Cut it out. Why would you be nervous? Is there something else you''re hiding from me?"


    "What could it be?"


    "Haven''t you two had a fight?"


    "No, why ask like that?"


    "Just checking." Sienna still didn''t fully believe it, but seeing Camille''s expression, she didn''t seem to be


    lying. So, she didn''t press further.


    Soon, they arrived at the designpetition venue. Kian was waiting at the entrance and greeted


    Camille and Sienna, "Mrs. Simpson, Mrs. Ward."


    Both nodded in response.


    Sienna joked, "Kian is getting more handsome. No wonder Yessica doesn''t want toe, afraid of


    being too enchanted to work, right?"


    Kian naturally felt a bit embarrassed when addressed this way and lowered his head, "Thanks for the


    Simpson asked me to take you backstage to familiarize yourselves."


    Camille and Sienna both nodded, following Kian to the backstage lounge.


    Although it was just the preliminary round, the organizers of this designpetition were generous.


    Each designer had their own private space, ensuring security.


    In the lounge, Kian suggested, "The designpetition is about to start, Mrs. Simpson. Would you like


    Mrs. Ward to rest first? You can join me upfront to find Mr. Simpson?"


    Ayan left a note for her in the morning, but Camille wasn''t eager to go. She shook her head, "No, I also


    want to take a break, so I''ll pass!"


    Camille''s refusal was epted by Rex without further insistence. He left after a slight nod.


    Sienna looked at Camille, "Did you and Ayan really have a fight?"


    "Really not, I swear!" Camille made a swearing gesture and looked at Sienna, saying, "Don''t overthink


    it. Let''s start checking the design ns now and see if there are any adjustments needed. I''ll go to the


    restroom."


    Sienna nodded gently, and Camille left the lounge.


    Following the sign to the restroom, Camille''s phone in her pocket started ringing. It was a message


    from Ayan, asking, "Noting?"


    "Hmm." Camille typed a brief response.


    Ayan then inquired, "Are you mad?"


    "So you knew I would get upset, but you still deliberately bullied me, right?" Camille, infuriated, sent a


    voice message with a somewhat stern tone. After that, she put away her phone, choosing not to bother


    with Ayan anymore.


    After cing her phone aside, she entered the restroom. However, what she didn''t expect was to hear


    some gossip just by going to the restroom.


    Two, presumably designers, were chatting by the sinks, "I saw Mr. Simpson on the scene. Seems he''s


    a special invited judge today."


    "Simpson Group is sponsoring this designpetition. It''s not surprising to see Ayan there."


    "But haven''t you seen that online news? His family is so abusive. Isn''t his ex-wife pitiful? And, he''s


    Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    handsome, rich-why resort to violence? Or is it just a rich people''s quirk?"


    "If I were his ex-wife, I''d willingly be beaten. It''s worth it, after all."


    "Haha, you''re right. He''s so handsome, so wealthy. Being abused is worth it. Just endure a bit of pain,


    nothing extraordinary."


    As the conversation took a more absurd turn, Camille had finished using the restroom. However, she


    hesitated, unsure whether to push the door and leave or wait inside until they finished gossiping.


    After a moment of contemtion, she wondered why she shouldn''t go out. After all, she hadn''t done


    anything wrong. Shouldn''t it be these people feeling guilty?


    With this thought, Camille, with neither heavy nor light steps, walked out of the restroom while the two


    women continued their baseless fantasies.


    The two women at the restroom sinks heard the door opening and were initially stunned. Their gazes


    instinctively turned towards the direction of the sound when they saw Camille. However, they seemed a


    bit slow to react. Although Camille''s face had been publicly revealed before, memories are often


    scattered, and they couldn''t recall her.


    Camille, with an unchanged expression and devoid of any emotions, walked towards the sinks. Quietly


    washing her hands, the two women subtly nced at Camille, who remained unresponsive. It wasn''t


    until Camille finished washing her hands and took a tissue to dry them that she looked at the two.


    She calmly raised her eyes and nced at them, a cold indifference shing in her eyes. In a tone


    neither cold nor warm, she asked, "Weren''t you two having a lively chat? Why stop now?"