Kian was the first to react and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, I'll take them out first and wait for you at the hotel entrance."
Ayan didn't say anything, which meant he agreed. So Kian immediately waved his hand, signaling the others to leave in a hurry. Lingering any longer wouldn't be as simple as it seemed.
Once the sound of the door closing was heard, Ayan stood up from his chair and walked towards the bedroom.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door before entering directly. Camille was lying in bed, wrapping herself tightly with the blanket, which made him involuntarily curl his lips, revealing a shallow smile.
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to pull the blanket, attempting to uncover the person inside. However, the person inside held onto it tightly and refused to let go.
Ayan's voice was gentle as he asked, "What are you doing? Why are you hiding inside? Come out, or else you'll suffocate, hmm? Okay?"
He inquired softly, each word exuding a tender warmth. However, Camille remained unyielding.
Ayan decided to simply wrap his arms around her, along with the blanket, and held her in his embrace. His voice grew hoarse as he asked, "What's the matter?"
Only then did Camille show her round head, her brows furrowed in displeasure, as she asked, "Why didn't you tell me that there were so many people here? I must have looked... I embarrassed you, didn't I?"
After all, he was Ayan, the esteemed CEO of Simpson Group. Kian was one thing, but if the other people found out that Ayan's wife was such a disheveled person, it wouldn't sound good, would it?
She pursed her lips slightly, finding it increasingly difficult to talk about it.
But Ayan didn't care at all. He said, "You don't need to care about anyone's gaze. As long as you're fine in my eyes, who cares what others think, hmm?"
"But..."
"No 'buts.' Don't worry about it. If you really feel uncomfortable, I can bribe each of them or dig up their personal information to threaten them and force them to forget what just happened, hmm?"
Camille gave him a speechless look. There was no need for such actions.
Seeing her silent response, Ayan smiled and then casually reminded her, "Will you accompany me to the opening ceremony later? After it ends, we have to return to Hance in the afternoon, okay?"
Camille nodded. After being away for several days, she truly missed Hance.
When one stayed in a place for a long time, they would long for their familiar city when going somewhere else.
As for accompanying him to the opening ceremony, Camille hesitated and asked, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go to the opening ceremony? This is your cooperation with Rapace Group, it's work. Would it be okay for me to attend?"
"Of course it's okay. Who would dare to have any objections?"
"Not openly, but what about behind the scenes?"
"Why bother about what others think? You only need to consider my opinion, right?" He smiled, teasingly. He put her back on the bed, uncovered her face from the blanket, tidied her hair, and then whispered, "After we return to Hance, you promised to make me your real husband. It's perfectly appropriate for you to accompany me to this opening ceremony because, in the future, as Mrs. Simpson, you'll have to accompany me to such events, right?"
Ayan's words were traps, leading Camille step by step, but she didn't realize the flaws in his words. She simply fell into them and remained silent for a brief moment before accepting.
An hour later, the two of them left the hotel.
Camille didn't make any deliberate effort to dress up. She simply applied light makeup and wore a light-colored dress she had brought from Hance. Her appearance already leaned towards the cool and elegant type, and with today's outfit and makeup, she looked even more beautiful and graceful.
Hand in hand, they walked out of the hotel lobby, naturally drawing the attention of many onlookers.
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