My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 641 Scoundrel

Chapter 641 Scoundrel

Camille slightly narrowed her eyes, her face expression was impassive,but the emotions under her eyes were deep. Sienna's words echoed inher ears. She also subconsciously recalled a lot of things. If the conflictand misunderstanding were just because of her, it should not be sodeep. It was obviously more than that.

But if not because of her, what else?

Camille couldn't have imagined.

Camille asked without much emotion, "What do you think could be thegrudge between them?"

"Ask Ayan?"

"Ask him?" Camille repeated in a low voice. She was not sure, becauseshe knew Ayan's personality very well. If he did not want to talk aboutsomething, no one could pry his mouth open. Even if she took theinitiative to ask, it might end up with nothing.

The two stayed at the restaurant until dark when Kian drove up to pickthem up.

Kian just made time for them. After what happened today, he naturallyhad been back to the company to deal with a lot of work. And then hecooperate with the police for the investigation. As for Ayan's situation, itwas still confidential and not open to the public, nor intentionallymisleading the public. They just kept silent without disclosing anything.Because Ayan's schedule was kept confidential throughout theSimpson Group, no one except Kian knew the details, so naturally, theydidn't know whether he was busy or not.

Everyone began to speculate whether Ayan was really injured or hadalready died.

But the Simpson Group never gave a response. The Simpson familywas busy taking care of the old Simpson in the hospital, so they did notknow. But Fletcher and Talia contacted Kian immediately after they gotthe news. Knowing nothing was wrong , they also kept silent as theSimpson Group station, not answering any question on the incident.After getting into the car, Kian also first reported the specific situationwith Ayan, and then Kian said: "Because they can not get the exactresult, Austin is also a little anxious. He contacted the private detectivebribed by us to replace out the information about you. Do you have anyarrangements?"

"Then let the private detective get paid by two sides as a reward. As forthe arrangement, no need for now, wait for Austin to expose hisweakness."

"So you're not going to show up from now on?"

"Whether I show myself or not does not affect whether he will exposehimself or not." He slightly narrowed his eyes, the bottom of his eyesoverflowed with indifference. Doing nothing would only make Austinpanic.

Ayan never took Austin seriously, so he didn't give a damn about any ofhis moves.

After saying this, Kian looked at Ayan through the rearview mirror andasked, "Mr. Simpson, are you still taking Mrs. Simpson back to theRosenkins Mansion today?"

"Go straight to the Simpson's mansion!" he ordered. He lookedsideways at Camille next to him and said, "Is it all right to go back tothe Simpson's mansion for the night now?"

He asked very seriously, not in his usual tone. In fact, it was not aquestion.

Camille pursed her lips lightly, then agreed.

She could also keep Timmy company, and since Ayan hadn't been asbrazen as before, she wouldn't worry about what would happen toAyan.

The two returned to the Simpson's mansion. Ayan let the maids cleanup the guest room. Because it was already late, Fletcher and Taliarested, and Timmy also went to bed.

So at this moment, besides the maids, only Camille and Ayan were left.The two of them went upstairs to the bedroom to prepare for washingand resting. And when Ayan brought Camille to the door, Camille didnot rush in, but took the initiative to turn to look at Ayan and asked, "Iwant to ask you a question.”

"What's it?"

“Preston was involved in what happened today, right? So why would hedo that? Is he just trying to help Austin because he's in a partnershipwith him?" She asked politely, but the implication was clear.

Ayan also looked at her for a moment, as if there were not manysurprises and ripples. His face was elegant and noble as usual, and hisdeep eyes always revealed the gentle gaze that only he could have forher. He said, "I'm afraid that's not the only thing you want to ask, is it?""So are you going to tell me?"

"For the time being, I can't tell you because I haven't checked it out yeteither, so there's no way to give you a definite answer, otherwise itwouldn't be possible to know Preston's identity but not yet break itdown and let him continue to act."

His voice had little temperature, and it was his usual tone. Hishandsome face was without a ripple.

Camille looked at him emotionlessly and spoke in a low voice: "So youdon't know why Preston did this to you either?"

"That's true for now."

"When did you first become suspicious?"

“It's been quite a while, but I can't remember the details.”

Camille looked at him without blinking, and with a wide-eyed look onher face, she asked half-heartedly, "Really?"

With a smile on his thin lips, he reached out and pinched her chin, hisvoice low and hoarse: "That's not believing me?"

She didn't say anything, just kept looking at him.

He reached out, took her into his arms and hugged her gently: "It's true.I'm not lying to you, and it's not perfunctory. I promise, huh?"

He seemed to be getting more and more adept at hugging her, as if ithad already been played out in his mind a million times.

The most important thing was that he had not forgotten that they weredivorced.

Why could he hug his ex-wife so naturally and smoothly?

Camille frowned slightly. The more she thought about it, the moreuncomfortable she was. She felt that she must have condoned Ayan sothat he became more and more greedy.

She immediately reached out to push him, and her eyebrows knittedtighter as she said, "Get off me!"

Ayan frowned and thought she didn't believe him, so she wouldn't lethim hold her.

Instead of letting go, he held her even tighter.

He pressed his voice and asked in a low voice: "I'm telling the truth, nolying to you. Indeed, I don't know what he is really up to, because he isnot revealing too many secrets at the moment, so it's more tedious tocheck, trust me, huh?"

“Let go of me before you talk!"

"Cami!!!"

"Ayan, will you stop hugging me all the time?" It was okay if she didn'tsay it, but after she did he hugged her even tighter, making her almostbreathless, just as she felt too bundled up to move.

Camille reached out and struggled, but to no avail, he simply wouldn'tbudge.

Camille glared at him unhappily, "What are you doing?"

“I have to ask what you want, wasn't that just fine? Suddenly you havea big change of attitude towards me because of Preston?"

"Don't talk nonsense, let go of me first."

Ayan naturally refused, not only refused, but also took advantage ofthis lovey-dovey atmosphere late at night to say in a low and hoarsevoice: "Who am I going to hug if not you?"

"Mr. Simpson, have you forgotten that we're divorced? I'm your ex-wifenow. What kind of an ex-husband would hold on to his ex-wife in themiddle of the night like you do?"

"Ex-wife?" Ayan snorted, not even putting the title in his eyes. What ex-wife and ex-husband? If not to obey her, he would have turned theirrelationship into somewhere like this?

Ayan gritted his teeth lightly, his brow revealing his displeasure, but hishand holding Camille did not mean to let go at all, and their eyeslocked.

Camille was also stubborn, "Isn't it?"

He narrowed his eyes and said with an nonchalant expression: "Sowhat if it is? So what if it's not? I won't let go, what can you do to me?""Ayan, can you stop being such a bummer?"

"I'l be it then.”

“You go away!!!"

She was somewhat unhappily annoyed, then struggled hard, but withina few strokes she was pinned directly against the door by Ayan, hisvoice low and deep, "Try moving again!"

"You..."

He leaned down to kiss her, but before the kiss could fall, he heard asoft cough: "Ahem..."