msmithbooks Chapter 1495: A Self-Deluded Woman
Chapter 1495: A Self-Deluded Woman
While she was letting her thoughts run wild, it just turned three, and a respectful greeting sounded at the door, "Hello, Mr. Trevino."The woman turned at the sound and saw Trevor coming in from the doorway.
The tailored suit set off his perfect build, his steps neat and crisp, and that faintly detached, aristocratic air about him drew her in completely.
At the sight of him, Camille’s exhaustion and anxiety vanished in an instant; her eyes and heart were full of him. "Mr. Trevino."
"Mademoiselle Camille, we meet again." Trevor’s French was exceptionally good. His gaze skimmed lightly over her. "Please, sit."
Polite and official, without a trace of personal emotion.
"Let’s speak Chinese instead." The woman smiled at him as she spoke; over the past two years, she had deliberately learned Chinese because of him.
And also to prepare for coming to Riventhal to develop her career in the future.
Trevor sat down on the sofa, and heard her murmur in French to the personal assistant beside her, "Wait for me outside. Close the door."
"Yes." The female assistant turned and left, and in an instant the spacious reception room held only Trevor and her.
Trevor was very calm, his face completely unruffled.
From the moment he’d entered, Camille’s gaze had never once left him, brimming with admiration and delight.
"Thank you for remembering that I like jasmine." The woman breathed it in, feeling happy every passing second.
"Have you read the contract?" Trevor asked in Chinese, directly ignoring her topic.
Camille sat down opposite him and didn’t feel the least bit awkward, her eyes full of a sultry smile. "Of course I’ve read it, I went through it three times, very carefully. I think there’s no problem. Whatever you say goes. I’m very willing to work with your company again."
"Since there are no objections, then let’s sign." Trevor took out two copies of the contract and handed them over, placing them lightly on the coffee table, and passed her a pen.
The woman looked at him, feeling just a little disappointed. Way too official.
She had no choice but to pick up the contract and glance over it, and found that the places for their signatures had already been signed. Camille didn’t hesitate in the slightest; after all, it was a win–win cooperation, so she very straightforwardly signed her name as well.
"Happy cooperation." Trevor took one of the contracts. As he stood up, he said, "All your expenses during these few days in Riventhal can be reimbursed through my company."
"Trevor!" Camille hurriedly stood up. "Where are you going?"
Trevor stopped and looked at her. The woman realized that asking like this was inappropriate, so she smiled and walked toward him, her tone soft as water. "You’re leaving already?"
They’d seen each other for not even two minutes?
He lifted the contract in his hand, puzzled. "Otherwise?"
The woman deliberately blocked his path, then let her admiring gaze sweep over him, finally resting on his handsome face. "Trevor, you’ve gotten even more handsome, more and more like a mature, charming man."
Her tone was especially suggestive, and her intentions were obvious.
Trevor looked at her with a neither-warm-nor-cold expression. Her skin was fair and her figure voluptuous, but he didn’t spare her a second glance; facing her, Trevor’s heart remained utterly unruffled.
"Oh, right." Something suddenly occurred to Trevor, and he asked, "Your Freyne is a romantic country. Can you pass on some of that French romance to me? For example... how do you confess to a girl?"
Trevor’s mind was completely occupied with this.
When Camille heard this, she was practically overjoyed; her gaze toward the man grew even more suggestive. "Ritual. A full sense of ritual! Every girl has a princess dream. If you can make that dream come true for her, then you’re definitely her Prince!"