Chapter 3 Keeping Her at a Distance from the Opposite Sex

"If you know me well enough, Preston, don't bring up the old days," interrupted Camille sharply.

She had left the pinnacle of her career and fame a year ago to return to Hance City to marry Ayan, but received nothing but a divorce settlement from him in return. Preston felt pity for her; his brow furrowed even more deeply as faint resentment spilled out of his eyes.

"Preston," Camille said quietly. "No one can guarantee a perfect marriage. I am content to be with him for a year, so do not feel any injustice towards me. After all, love cannot be forced."

"You're right; it's good for you to get divorced," responded Preston in a more tender tone than before. "I don't have to be embarrassed anymore... There's no need for me to worry that you'll be sad."

"What do you mean? You won't have to be embarrassed?" asked Camille confusedly.

"No, it's just that I've never liked Ayan as a person," explained Preston candidly. "And now I don't have put on a good face out of fear of embarrassing you."

Camille laughed at this; she couldn't figure out why Preston was hostile towards Ayan when they first met - probably because they were born incompatible, like two beautiful women who would compare themselves against each other.

When they arrived at Fumiko Estate, the project leader refused their request for assistance with plagiarism investigation, saying that they would take legal action instead for seeking compensation regardless of whatever explanations or reasoning provided by Camilla or Prestion.

In the end, the person in charge's attitude softened, and he spoke with a gentler tone. "We worked hard to get a chance to cooperate with the Simpson Group, but their attitude is quite awful. Now that you're here, convince them; otherwise, we can't change their mind."

Simpson Group?

A company owned by the Simpson family.

Ayan was in charge now.

Undoubtedly, this wasn't possible.

Leaving Fumiko Estate, Preston comforted her with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry; I'll handle it. Everything will be fine."

Camille could only smile back helplessly as she thought about what else she could do.

The only solution was to seek help from Ayan himself.

But now that they were getting divorced, would he be willing to lend her a hand? She wasn't sure if she should go back to work or not and decided instead to ask Preston for a ride back home.

Throughout the drive back home, Camille remained silent and lost in thought about her child and job situation. What was she supposed to do?

Upon arriving at Hanyama Mansion again finally, "I'll think about this when I'm ready," Camille said as she stepped out of the car into the setting sun's rays, looking bright and beautiful once more. "You drive safely."

Preston smiled before his gaze swept over towards someone standing on the second-floor balcony of an adjacent building. It was Ayan! He narrowed his eyes slightly before saying something that caught Camille off guard: "Camille, I have something important I need to tell you."

She leaned over towards him as he gently stroked her hair while saying goodbye: "Take care of yourself."

She froze in disbelief, a puzzled expression on her face.

They were so close that it looked like they were going in for a kiss. The man standing on the balcony witnessed everything. His handsome face turned cold like ice upon seeing them together so intimately.

After watching Preston drive away completely from sight, Camile walked inside Hanyama Mansion where an unpleasant man greeted her rudely by asking: "You went out just for him?"

Camille looked up to see Ayan walking down the stairs. They exchanged glances. She didn't hide or avoid, and her tone was indifferent: "I just went to the office."

"Hey," Ayan's deep and dark eyes glinted with coldness. "Camille, we're not divorced yet, so I hope you can stay away from other men and focus on your job."

Camille's face went numb. Who was he to dictate her actions? She had only taken a ride in a friend's car, but what about him? He visited Eileen at the hospital every day for the past few days. She didn't say anything, but that didn't mean she didn't know it.

"I understand," Camille said coolly and sarcastically. "But I wish you could do the same. You can't be the only one seeing other people."