My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 447: The Truth

Chapter 447: The Truth

"Curious about what? Curious about their relationship?" Camille askedbluntly, and then also smiled indifferently: "What is there to be curiousabout? We're all adults now, can't we have an ex?"

Camille speaks very frankly, but is her heart really the same as whatshe shows on the outside?

Austin said, "Is Mrs. Simpson really that generous? Seeing Mr.Simpson with other women buried in the heart for years and notforgetting the feelings can also act like nothing?"

Camille: "It's his business, and since he doesn't want to forget it, whatdoes it have to do with me?"

Austin narrowed his eyes and looked at her incredulously, he thoughtCamille answered this way because she loved Ayan so much that shecould tolerate everything to him?

Why else would he tolerate his entanglement with other women?

His pause and silence caught Camille's eye, then asked in a cold,mocking voice: "What does Mr. Norman mean by this? Is it because heis not confident in front of him? So when you see your Mrs. Normanand his frequent interactions, you have an inferiority complex? Thenyou took the initiative to replace me in the hope that you can use me toachieve your goals?"

"Mr. Norman, if you're hoping to start trouble with Ayan through me thenyou're playing the wrong game, I'm not going to be upset with him at allover this, so don't you waste your time on me."

She doesn't care, and it's not her turn to care.

Even if there is an uncomfortable feeling in the heart, but that is justuncomfortable, her identity today does not have any qualifications tointerfere with him doing anything, so what is the role of telling her?Camille's questioning made Austin's face look harder and harder, butshe said no more and just gave Austin a deep look before lifting herfeet in the direction of the door.

Austin's voice rang out at this moment and he asked, "Camille, do youreally not care or are you afraid to care? You're not afraid to be angrybecause you're worried that Ayan will be upset, are you? Are you reallywilling to accept a man who is hiding someone else in his heart? Canyou really do that?"

Camille paused briefly to listen to him and make sure he didn't continuebefore she continued on her way out of the apartment.

She kept her expressionless indifference the whole time, took theelevator to leave the building, and also accidentally bumped intosomeone else as she exited the elevator, the pain coming from her armsobering her up a little.

She hastily apologized, then lightly pursed her lips and headed out.Camille came out of the building and she just stood straight in thedoorway gazing at the building across the street, people coming andgoing, each with their own goals and directions.

And she, at the moment, was full of countless questions just want to getan accurate answer.

She took a silent breath, then walked across the street. Instead ofgoing straight into the Simpson building, she found a seat in a sidecafe.

She ordered a cup of coffee, clutching her phone in her hand, and afterhalf a minute of hesitation, she then dialed a series of numbers.

The man's voice came without waiting for her to speak: "Why are youcalling me all of a sudden?"

She didn't answer, but simply asked, "Are you free now? Can we meetup? I'm in the cafe downstairs at Simpson Group, come down if it'sconvenient for you now, if you're busy ...."

"Free." He interrupted Camille directly, then asked, "Why don't you justcome up? I'll have Kian pick you up, huh?"

"No, you can come down."

She refused.

She didn't want to go to the Simpson Group at this time, and as forwhy?

She doesn't know, she just doesn't want to anyway.

After she finished, she didn't wait for Ayan to say anything and alreadyhung up the phone directly.

In Ayan down this process, probably a few minutes, I think.

She adjusted her emotions and mood, but when he saw Ayan walkingquickly towards her, his heart still felt an indescribable feeling.

She watched him step closer with a warm face, he wore a white shirttoday, the following is still the classic black pants, hair slightly messy,because in the rooftop was blown by the wind?

Her mind subconsciously floated out of the image of him and Cora onthe rooftop just now, and the coldness under her eyes graduallysurfaced.

Ayan walked to the seat across from her and sat down, gazed at herand asked, "Why won't you go up even though you're here?"

Camille looked at him lightly: "Nothing important, just happened to passby, suddenly thought of some words to ask you."

"What's the word?"

“I'm just suddenly curious about Timmy's name, did you give it to him?"She asked, staring into his eyes.

She watched him with unblinking eyes, not missing any of the emotionsand reactions under his eyes.

But no one knew how tightly Camille's hands were clenched in front ofher, asking the question seemed to require no courage, but her heartwas trembling beyond measure.

After Camille's question, Ayan's eyebrows only frownedsubconsciously, and then asked lightly, "Why are you asking this all of asudden?"

"Can you answer me?"

"Yes." He didn't know why Camille was suddenly asking about it, but itwasn't anything, so he answered without changing his face, "I took it.""Why did you suddenly take this name? Is there any significance?"She watched as he stared unblinkingly into his deep Black and Tandieyes.

He said, "Not suddenly, but grandmother mentioned a long time agothat she wanted the Simpson family to be reunited for generationswithout the act of calculating for the sake of inheritance.”

Camille wrinkled her brow, and for a moment, she believed Ayan'swords completely, but only if she hadn't heard Cora's questioning ofhim.

But she didn't feel that Ayan was lying, but if it was true what he said,then why did Cora say that?

Camille was in a daze.

Ayan asked, "What about you? Why did you suddenly think of askingthis and come over here?"

“I saw the note you pinned to the album, so the reason you had to rushback from the office to stop us from using that album was because youwere worried I would see that paper?”

"Why does Cora know this name? Does it have something to do withher?"

She asked the question hidden in her heart word by word.

She looked at Ayan in a daze, she felt that obviously he was sitting rightin front of her, but she had a feeling that he was getting farther andfarther away from her.

She sighed silently and waited in silence for Ayan's answer.

He deep eyes slightly pause, short black hair handsome face silentlywatching her, thin lips lightly open faintly open: "She has nothing to dowith, not to mention afraid you see the note, just some things are not ascomplicated as you think."

“I'm thinking complicated? I don't think I'm thinking complicated, I'm justtrying to figure out the questions in my mind, you just need to tell me ifit's the truth?"

"What are you suspecting?"

"Ayan, now you're the one running away from something?"

The two gaze locked, neither moving away first.