Camille took the initiative to lift Ayan's hand away from her chin. She then leaned closer to him, wrapping her arms around his, tilting her head gently on his shoulder. She spoke softly, "Ayan, don't be in such a hurry. It's just a piece of paper. Is it really that important? Even without that piece of paper, isn't our relationship the same as before?"
Camille's soft words began to make Ayan feel something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He felt that Camille's words were a bit peculiar.
So, he subconsciously furrowed his brows and asked with skepticism, "Do you think there's no difference?"
"Of course, there's no difference. Look, you told me earlier that we were already divorced. Did anything change between us during that time? Isn't it the same as now? We even have a better relationship than when we weren't divorced, don't we?"
"Is that so?"
"Of course, didn't you notice?"
Ayan remained silent, his sense of unease growing.
Kian, who had been driving and listening to their conversation, couldn't help but think that Camille was toying with Ayan. Kian had to admit that Camille was quite skilled in language art.
Trying not to laugh out loud, Kian clenched his teeth and kept quiet.
The journey continued to Simpson Group's office building. After Camille left the car, Kian reminded, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, we've arrived."
Camille came back to her senses and instinctively released her hold on Ayan's arm. She said, "I'll get off now."
"Alright. I'll pick you up tonight. If you finish work early, go back with Sienna, okay?"
"Sure, sounds good."
Camille nodded and got out of the car. Ayan didn't rush Kian to drive off. Instead, he watched Camille enter the company building before instructing Kian to continue.
As Camille's absence settled in the car, the atmosphere grew unusually quiet.
Ayan sat in the back seat, gazing calmly out the window. In a warm and gentle tone, he asked, "Did you find her words strange just now?"
Kian tensed up. Wasn't this like being asked to walk into a trap?
If he honestly answered yes and told Ayan that Camille was playing with him, what if Camille found out he spilled the beans? He might lose his job, not to mention Yessica's wrath.
After thinking for a couple of seconds, Kian quickly responded, "Mr. Simpson, what do you mean?"
"I mean her words just now. Did you find anything odd about them?"
"Odd? No, not at all!"
"Really, nothing strange at all?" Ayan was unsure, as he felt that Camille's words had given him an uncomfortable feeling. He wondered if Camille was trying to manipulate him in some way.
Kian, however, shook his head and said, "No, really."
Ayan dropped the subject but continued with more questions. "You're not married yet, and you've been with Yessica for a while now, right? Don't you have any plans to get married?"
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