My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1120: Bored

Chapter 1120: Bored

When Ayan questioned Miss Lindsey like that, she was utterlyconfused. She murmured, "Mr. Simpson, it's me. Have you forgottenme? Your secretary just informed me to come in. Mr. Simpson, we metin Dane City. You helped me a lot, publicly defending me. Mr. Simpson,I wanted to work at Simpson Group and stay by your side to take careof you."

Ayan was furious, especially with the woman's words, feeling insulted.He stood up from his office chair, squinted his eyes, and looked at hercoldly, "Don't let me repeat myself. Disappear from my sightimmediately.”

He pressed the intercom and called his male assistant, speaking withan exceptionally cold tone, "Come in right away."

The male assistant, unaware of what had happened, hurried to theoffice. He cautiously asked, "Mr. Simpson, what's wrong?"

Ayan looked at the assistant, his expression extremely unpleasant,"Who is she? Get her out immediately and call security."

The assistant quickly explained, "Mr. Simpson, this Miss Lindsey insistsshe's your friend. She has disturbed the front desk countless times thismorning, insisting on seeing you. The front desk called me, and sinceMrs. Simpson was also present, she instructed me to bring her up.”"Mrs. Simpson let her in?"

"Yes." The assistant spoke cautiously, not daring to breathe too loudly.Ayan, with a cold face, only remained silent for a brief moment beforehis tone returned to being icy, “Take her away, I don't want to see heragain. Also, inform her company. If this continues, don't blame me forbeing impolite.”

The assistant gestured to Miss Lindsey to leave, but she refused to go.Looking at Ayan, she said, "Mr. Simpson, I don't mean anything else. Iknow you're married, but a man like you naturally needs someone totake care of you. Don't worry; I just want to stay by Mr. Simpson to takecare of you. I won't disturb your family or life. Mr. Simpson, please."She started crying as she spoke, worsening Ayan's mood. His facebecame even colder, and he didn't utter another word. He directed hisassistant to take Miss Lindsey out of the office.

Once the office was quiet again, Ayan picked up his phone and dialedCamille.

When the call connected, Camille didn't say anything. Ayan's voice wasparticularly deep as he said, "Come in."

His tone lacked much emotion, but the dissatisfaction in the air waspalpable.

Camille just made a low acknowledgment. Her eyes were still fixed onthe direction where the assistant had taken Miss Lindsey. She thenheld the phone and walked toward Ayan's office.

In the office, there were only two people, and neither of them spoke.The atmosphere was unnaturally quiet.

Ayan walked slowly towards Camille, lifting his foot. He squinted,looking at her with a hint of helplessness. "You let her in?"

Camille raised her eyes to meet Ayan's gaze. She didn't evade at all."Yes."

"So straightforward?"

"Mr. Simpson, I have to ask you. When did you meet Miss Lindsey?Why did you let her replace her way from Dane City to Hance City?"Camille mimicked Ayan's questioning tone as she asked him thisquestion. The two locked eyes in a brief but unwavering standoff.Ayan, perhaps amused by Camille's demeanor, as it was rare for her toquestion him like this, found it somewhat humorous due to her recentarrangements. He squinted his eyes, gazing at Camille with a faintsmile, and said, “I don't know this Miss Lindsey. As for why she trackedfrom Dane City to Hance City, I have no idea. I only recall helping herwith a small favor in Dane City. Besides that, there's no otherconnection. Kian can testify to this. If you don't believe, you can callKian now. We have no collusion.”

Ayan looked serious, and it didn't seem like he was lying. Camille alsobelieved him in this regard. She arranged for the woman to come inbecause she wanted to know the relationship between Ayan and MissLindsey. Why was she so persistent in replaceing Ayan? Was theresomething going on?

However, Camille had no intention of revealing her thoughts to Ayan.She looked at him calmly, lips lightly pursed, and spoke in a somewhatindifferent tone, "I won't call. I never said you colluded with Kian.Anyway, I won't ask Kian. If you've explained, then I believe you.""Sounds a bit forced. Are you sure you don't believe me?"

“I don't.”

"Really?" Ayan pursed his lips, a faint smile on his face. He said, "If not,why is your attitude so cold towards me now?"

Camille snorted lightly, being honest, "Because I'm not happy. I didn'texpect Mr. Simpson to attract bees just by extending a helping handoutside. What should I do?"

Hearing her jealous words, Ayan chuckled. He gently lifted Camille'sface, looked into her eyes, and said each word deliberately, "It's myfault. I shouldn't have casually helped. From now on, if there's anythingthat needs assistance, I'l let Kian handle it. I don't want to be this LeiFeng. As for you, you don't need to do anything. Let me handleeverything. You just need to accompany me and not be mad, okay?"He coaxed in a soft voice, a light smile playing on his lips. After sayingthis, he lightly kissed Camille's lips and added, “No being unhappy,okay?"

Camille hummed, not really angry in the first place. However, she wentalong with it, responding, "We'll see about your performance.”

Ayan laughed, then reached out to gently hold her hand and led her tothe sofa.

His morning work was almost done, allowing him some time to spendwith Camille. However, she was holding her phone, checking fortakeout options.

She asked casually, “Mr. Simpson, what do you want for lunch?""Secretary Armstrong can decide."

"How about we just eat something casual?"

"Sure, follow Secretary Armstrong's decision.”

He was quite obedient.

Camille pursed her lips, ordering some dishes from Darkmoor for bothof them. As it was just the two of them, she only ordered two dishesand a soup, fearing they wouldn't be able to finish it.

After lunch, Ayan went for a meeting, leaving Camille with nothing todo.

Before leaving for the meeting, Ayan suggested she take a nap in therest area. He also mentioned they would visit the old Simpson at thehospital together in the evening.

Perhaps it was because Camille woke up too early in the morning, butshe didn't bother much. After finishing some tasks, she slipped into heroffice to rest.

Camille didn't go to the office today, and of course, Sienna didn't either.Sienna woke up naturally, rising after eleven in the morning. Shequickly freshened up, changed into some clean clothes, and then wentdownstairs to have lunch alone.

Rex had already gone to the office early, leaving her alone at homefeeling somewhat bored.

After lunch, she lay by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, lostin thought. Her phone, sitting nearby, suddenly rang.

Picking up the phone and glancing at the caller ID, even without acontact name, she was already familiar with the number.

She squinted slightly, a hint of coldness in her eyes. Despite thepersistent ringing, she eventually answered the call.

She spoke in a low tone, "Hello?"

A deep voice quickly came from the other end, "It's me."

“I know. What's the matter?" Sienna asked in a very indifferent tone.The other party just gave a faint smile, seemingly unaffected by herattitude. He said, "Sienna, about last night, don't you think you owe mean explanation?"

“I don't know what explanation you need from me. Did I do somethingto cause a misunderstanding?"

"Sienna, do you think that by saying what you did last night, I have nochoice but to follow your assumptions?"

"What do you mean?" Sienna sensed the threat and underlyingmeaning in his words. It made her feel uneasy and a bit panicked.Despite her well-crafted facade, it was easy for someone to detect. Shetried to control her emotions and spoke in a low voice, "Mario, whatexactly do you want?"