Chapter 1481 Treatment
Chapter 1481 Treatment
Ayan picked up his chopsticks and tasted the food, savoring the vors with a serious expression.
Then, he looked up at her and asked, "In what capacity do you want me to answer?"
"What capacity do you want?" Camille threw the question right back at him.
Ayan replied, "Don''t you already know what capacity I want?"
"I don''t know," she said.
"Then why don''t you guess?" Ayan challenged.
"I don''t want to guess, I want you to tell me," Camille insisted.
She knew exactly what capacity Ayan wanted her to say, but she was reluctant to say it.
Looking at Ayan with a faint smile in her eyes, she said, "If I answered as the President of the
Simpson Group?"
"Do you really want me to answer in that capacity?" he asked in a low voice.
Camille replied, "Isn''t that what you asked me? If it''s as the President of the Simpson Group, then I
probably wouldn''t be sitting across from you right now. I wouldn''t cook for the President of the
Simpson Group, as it''s only a business rtionship and not at the level where I''d cook for you at
home. But if it''s as my husband, then this meal can continue. So, in what capacity do you want to
answer?"
Camille''s lips curled into a light smile as she gazed at Ayan without blinking, as if implying, "Now it''s
your turn to choose."
The two exchanged nces for a long time, until Ayan took the initiative to pick up his chopsticks to
continue eating. However, just as he was about to start, a pair of fair and smooth hands directly
blocked his chopsticks, and she said, "You haven''t answered my question yet!"
Camille''s persistence made Ayan feel very passive. He had wanted to tease her, but it turned out
that he was the one being teased.
The dignified President of the Simpson Group was momentarily stunned, but only briefly. He didn''t
show any excessive bewilderment, just calmly set down his chopsticks and looked at Camille, his
voice maic as he said, "Don''t you know what capacity I want to eat this meal in?"
He had just asked a simr question earlier. This man is as cunning as a fox.
Camille bit her lip softly and said, "I don''t know, just tell me directly, or else the food will get cold. I
worked hard to cook today, see, I even cut my hand."
She raised her hand directly to him, waving the injured hand with a very visible red mark on her ring
finger. It wasn''t serious, but Camille''s fair skin made it look very red.
Ayan gently held her hand, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at her, his voice bing
unusually gentle. "What do you want to hear?"
He continued to hold her hand, his deep gaze fixed on her.
Camille bluntly said, "In what capacity do you want to eat this meal?"
"Are you only happy when my secrets are revealed?"
"Oh, I just want to hear it," Camille teased.
Only now did Ayan slowly speak, "I want to eat this meal as your husband. Are you satisfied with
that answer?"
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He didn''t appear embarrassed at all, instead, he looked at her steadily, making her feel a little
awkward.
Because his gaze was too direct, to the point of being very disconcerting.
Camille, with a soft voice and a slight smile, replied, "It''s somewhat satisfactory. Let''s eat!"
Camille''s response: "I don''t want to. I''m fine now. It has healed already. You noticed toote."
The food was getting cold, and the cut was minor, just for the sake of the situation, acting a little
pitiful. She had seeded, so there was nothing wrong anymore.
Ayan looked at her bright eyes, her long, curly eyshes fluttering, and with a faint smile, he said,
"Let''s eat!"
Ayan ate a lot of the dinner Camille made that night, something he rarely did. But tonight, since
Camille cooked, he wanted to give her a lot of face.
The two spent a long time having dinner, eating, drinking, and chatting, very content and rxed.
After the meal, it was already around ten o''clock. At that time, they couldn''t go out for a walk, but
they found a way to digest their food by ying badminton with Sienna and Rex.
There was enough space at home to y and enough bright lights.
Siennained to Camille in a low voice, "Is Mr. Simpson full of energy? Why is he ying
badminton in the middle of the night?"
"He''s probably stuffed from eating."
"Why would he be stuffed from eating?"
"I personally cooked the meal." Camille looked at Ayan and Rex ying badminton, her face filled
with affection and a sweet smile.
Sienna scoffed and asked, "Camille, are you nning to change careers?"
"Hmm?"
"Bing a devoted wife and mother?"
"I always have been."
"Oh, stop it." Sienna said mockingly, "I''ve never enjoyed that kind of treatment. Frankly, I''m quite
annoyed."
Camille quickly took hold of her hand and said, "Oh, don''t be upset. If you want anything, just tell
me. I''ll learn to cook and make it for you next time."
"Hmph, I don''t believe in women''s words. I wonder if you''ve told Mr. Simpson that you''ve liked him
for many years now?"
This was an open secret between them, known only to the two of them. But the fact remained a
secret, as Ayan had yet to notice.
Ayan may have had thoughts and suspicions, but Camille never gave him the chance from the
beginning, because she had initially told him she had an ex-boyfriend and got married to forget
about him.
At Sienna''s question, Camille was momentarily taken aback. Her expression became dim and her
voice lowered as she said, "Of course, he doesn''t know. Sometimes, even I forget. I always try not
to remember the past. I only want to cherish the beautiful memories now. That''s how people are,
wanting to forget the bad and keep the good forever in the present."
Sienna lightly patted Camille''s shoulder and said, "Alright, I shouldn''t have brought it up."
"It''s okay; it''s not something to hide. I just don''t know whether I should tell him now or not." It
seemed that this question was no longer a question, but rather a matter that made it difficult to
make a decision.
It''s very conflicting and hesitant.
Moreover, she wasn''t sure if telling him would make him feel pressured.