Chapter 6 In the end, it's all her fault

Ayan responded gently: "How can you look ugly? You're still recovering, so don't get discouraged, okay?"

"Really? Then will you be disgusted with me?" Her soft voice carried hopefulness mixed with doubt.

Without any hesitation, he said, "Of course not, we will get married after you recover."

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"

"I'm not lying. " Ayan confirmed reassuringly while urging gently: “Now eat something.”

The woman's voice softened even further into tenderness as if playing music notes on piano keys “Ayan… I love you…”

Camille, who was standing outside the door, had heard every word clearly. She wore a self-deprecating smile that couldn't hide the endless sadness in her eyes. She didn't want to eavesdrop on their lovers' talk and thought it was better to wait quietly outside than knock on the door and disturb them.

After making sure they were done talking, she knocked on the door.

A low and indifferent voice of a man followed, "Come in."

Camille pushed open the door and saw him standing by the hospital bed. He was still wearing his suit from yesterday when he left Hanyama Mansion; he had indeed spent the whole night at the hospital with his lover.

His handsome face looked indifferent, and there were no emotions or ripples in his deep eyes as he looked at her as if she were insignificant.

She subconsciously clenched her hands while her feet stiffened in place.

At that moment, the woman lying on the nursing bed spoke up: "Camille, I'm sorry for bothering you to bring me clothes. Come sit down."

Upon hearing this woman's voice, Camille lowered her gaze towards her. The woman lying there appeared pale with bloodless skin; shoulder-length black hair scattered around both sides of her head—probably because she had been asleep for too long—that exuded a sickly softness along with poignant beauty which made people want to protect her at first glance.

She was eating breakfast—a bowl of tender steamed eggs since she could only eat fluids or easily digestible things after just waking up—but their strong smell hit Camille's nose so hard that it made her frown instantly.

The next second something started rolling inside Camille's stomach trying to make its way out until finally it became unbearable for Camille, who dry-heaved uncontrollably right then and there.

The atmosphere inside became silent all of a sudden.

Ayan locked eyes with hers while speaking lowly: "What are you doing?"

Eileen also looked sad as she said softly: "Camille, do you think I look disgusting now?"

After suppressing those dry-heaves caused by nausea successfully, now cold-faced clear-eyed, Camilla replied faintly: "I don't mean anything else; I just don't like the smell of disinfectants." She carried the clothes over and tried to hold her breath to avoid smelling the eggs. "These are the clothes you wanted, they're all new," Camille said.

Eileen hastily reached out and took them. She opened the bag with a surprised smile on her face, "Camille, how kind of you! You know my favorite style."

Her favorite style? The same as the clothes in Hanyama Mansion's closet that were changed every season for her?

Camille looked at Ayan and smiled coldly; her eyes filled with self-deprecation. She said indifferently, "If there's nothing else, can we talk?"

Eileen's heart tightened as she quickly spoke up, "Camille, are you upset? I know you're Ayan's wife now and I shouldn't have called him so late last night, but I..."

Eileen began to sob from guilt and aggression while trying to explain herself in a low voice: "I didn't want to bother him, but I needed help. Ayan is the only person I know in Hance City. I..."

"Eileen, no worries. Did you forget what your doctor said? You can't get too excited right now; you need rest," Ayan leaned down hastily to console Eileen. His brow furrowed with concern while his clear-cut face showed worry.

Only when Eileen regained control of her emotions did he stand up straight again and look at Camille with a twisted brow and complicated eyes: "Eileen isn't feeling well right now, so why do you have to make things worse for her?"

Camille stared incredulously at him; she hadn't done anything wrong, but somehow it was all blamed on her.