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Chapter 1105: Pride

If it weren't for the change in the rules, was Crystal not only a college student but also a designer herself?

If she was already a designer, why would she apply for the position of an assistant?

Of course, Camille and Sienna were not suggesting that Crystal couldn't participate in the design competition. They were just puzzled. Since she could directly enter the competition, why apply for the assistant position?

This was a question that intrigued both Camille and Sienna.

They exchanged a glance, and Sienna casually remarked, "Is she trying to play us again?"

Camille chuckled, "Who knows?"

What benefit could she gain from playing them?

It seemed like there was no advantage at all.

Because there were other matters to attend to, they didn't delve further into the topic. However, when they returned home that night, Camille brought it up with Ayan.

Camille asked Ayan, "Did the rules for the design competition change this time?"

Ayan asked, somewhat bemused, "Why do you ask like that?"

Camille explained the situation with Crystal truthfully. While Crystal was still a student, some students were already accomplished designers during their university years, herself included. However, if Crystal was already a designer, why apply for an assistant position?

Camille voiced her confusion to Ayan, locking eyes with him. "I can't quite figure it out. Do you have any thoughts?"

Ayan took Camille's hand and carefully analyzed the situation for her. He said, "There's really not much to figure out. Maybe she has connections, or perhaps, as you suspect, she is a designer. She might not want to reveal her identity and wants to join your company as an assistant without disclosing her designer status. However, as an assistant, she wouldn't need to reveal her true identity to participate in the competition."

After Ayan's explanation, Camille nodded along. "Maybe you're right. I might be overthinking it."

"Overthinking isn't a bad thing. If it were me, I'd have the same thoughts as you." Ayan always patiently answered her questions and reassured her, making her feel that her thoughts were normal.

Even though there were times she doubted whether Ayan was just comforting her, she quickly dismissed those thoughts. Regardless of whether he was consoling her or not, she chose to believe him. She didn't want to delve into the intricacies of the truth.

After discussing Crystal, Camille's lingering doubts were resolved.

After dinner, Ayan took her out.

Camille asked, "Where are we going?"

Usually, they spent most of their post-work time at home, either having friends over or enjoying each other's company at the Simpson's mansion, occasionally spending time with Timmy. Aside from that, they had little entertainment.

Camille cherished these simple moments because the days were hectic and tiring. In the evening, all she wanted was to be with the person she loved.

Ayan teased her, not revealing their destination. "You'll find out soon."

Camille didn't press for details and let Ayan lead the way.

Driving away from Franklin Bay, Ayan navigated the night roads at a moderate speed, creating an atmosphere that sparked a hint of excitement in Camille.

About half an hour's drive, Ayan brought Camille to the mountains behind Franklin Bay.

The night air here was cool and exceptionally fresh, with stars filling the sky due to the clear weather.

People were coming and going around, enjoying the quiet moment together.

Ayan held Camille's hand, leading her to the edge of the railing. From there, they could overlook a large part of Hance City, adorned with sparkling lights, exceptionally beautiful.

Ayan pointed out various places, such as Franklin Bay, their usual dining spot, the direction of the Simpson's mansion, and more.

Feeling Ayan's somewhat unusual demeanor tonight, Camille raised an eyebrow and asked, "Ayan, what are we doing here? Are you just introducing me to these places, or are you planning to sell me off? Is tonight a good deal?"

Camille teased lightly, and Ayan chuckled at her words.

Camille pressed her lips together, looking up at him. "What do you want me to say?"

"Compliment me?"

His tone resembled that of a child seeking praise.

Camille couldn't help but chuckle at his demeanor, a smile playing on her lips. When Ayan looked at her with a seemingly aggrieved expression, she finally spoke, "You're fantastic, you're great. I really love the surprise you prepared. Hope you can keep it up and stay humble, okay?"

The more Camille praised, the more Ayan furrowed his brow. He stared at her and asked, "Is that it? Don't you have anything else to say?"

"Just that. Nothing else," Camille admitted frankly.

Ayan said, "Not moved enough to promise me something?"

"I am moved."

"So, will you or won't you promise?"

"Promise what?"

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Camille without blinking. "Didn't you say you'd consider my proposal based on my performance? So, how's my performance now? Did it make you feel like saying yes to marrying me?"

Well, he finally said it.

Camille had guessed it when the fireworks burst into the sky, but what she hadn't expected was how sudden Ayan's confession would be-no hint, no advance warning.

Meeting Ayan's gaze, she asked, "So, are you asking me to accept your proposal now?"

"No," he denied.

Camille was slightly puzzled, not quite understanding the meaning behind his response.

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