My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 660 Hiding From Me

Chapter 660 Hiding from Me

Kian had just arrived at the scene of the crash, and although the trafficpolice had finished with it, he still wanted to see if there was anythingleft there.

Kian answered truthfully: “I'm on it, but the road where you had theaccident happens to be a blind spot, so the surveillance is almostuseless. As for the vehicles that appeared at that point there, have alsobeen investigated. There are nothing deliberate. I have now askedpeople to investigate all the vehicles tonight.”

"Expand the time frame and start checking from this morning.”

"Okay, I understand.”

Kian nodded in response.

Ayan's face sank, and continued to ask: "By the way, you should askDarkmoor. Tonight Preston invited guests to dinner. Did his secretarygo with him? If not, then replace out where this person went."

“You suspect this has something to do with Preston?"

"We'll know after checking on it. If it was really him, then it'll be easy todeal with. At least there is no one else but only him targeting us.There's no need to reveal my accident to the public, just replace an excuseto say I went on a business trip. The person who spread the news willbe the person behind it. Then let's see who will get impatient first,right?"

Ayan grunted coldly. The indifference under his eyes graduallydissipated, and after he finished, he hung up the phone, and turned offthe water in the sink.

He looked up at himself in the mirror. The scars on his face were ofvarying shades. The deepest was on his forehead near his head, but itwas wrapped by the gauze, so the depth could not be seen.

He slightly hooked his lips. The bottom of his eyes overflowed withindifference. If Preston wanted to play such a big game, then hewouldn't let him down.

“Tap-tap."

"Are you done?"

Camille's voice came from outside the door.

"Okay." He responded in a low voice and pulled the door open.Camille assisted him back to bed and sat down before he spoke again,“It's late, stay here with me tonight, okay?"

He spoke in a tone of voice that was different from the call.

Camille naturally stayed. After all, he was alone in the hospital. tHeeven could not walk now, so she was also worried.

But there was only a bed and a couch in the hospital, so Ayansuggested, "You take the bed and I'll take the couch.”

The patient was to sleep on the couch, but she, who was able-bodied,was going to sleep on the bed?

She would feel guilty.

She said, "No, I'll just sleep on the couch.”

“I'm not that weak, just do what I say, huh?"

Camille naturally wouldn't agree. She looked at him without muchemotion and said: "Then I will go back home to sleep, and come backin the morning. Anyway, you do not need someone to take care of youat night. And there is the nurse. So will it work?"

Ayan blinked slightly, then nodded and said, "Okay, just like you said,you take the couch and I'll take the bed."

Camille hummed, then walked over to the couch and sat down. Thecorners of her mouth also rose slightly to reveal a smile.

That night, Ayan, because of the pain of his foot injury after theanesthetic effect, slept little. So the next morning when Camille sawthat his tired face, she was also confused.

She asked, "What's wrong with you?"

His voice was hoarse as he shook his head, "It's okay."

He lifted his hand and gently squeezed his brow. A knock came at thedoor of the ward at that moment, and it was Kian who had brought overbreakfast.

Ayan didn't move. He didn't seem to have much appetite. He letCamille eat first. He and Kian started talking about work. He said toKian, "Send me the documents to be processed, and you bring thecomputer here this afternoon. I need to deal with some things. Haveyou got the results of the things I mentioned yesterday?"

Because Camille was there, he said yesterday instead of last night.Kian understood, nodding slightly: "Well, you are right. He did not gothere, but I haven't found out his whereabouts. I think he deliberatelyavoided to leave behind any evidence in case we would check on this."Ayan hummed in a low voice. He did not go on with the subject, butonly emotionlessly said, "Spread the news of my car accident.”

Kian was stunned and asked with some surprise, "You said..."

Ayan's deep eyes swept indifferently towards him. He stopped instantly,but his eyes were full of curiosity. Obviously, last night he decided toblock the news. How did he decide to make it public after one night?Ayan said, "For the villa fire incident last time, we already played thecard. If we do it again, some people would take advantage of it andthere may be a greater loss?"

Ayan finished, and the bottom of the deep eyes were flooded withindifference. As for what was on his mind, no one could guess.

Only after Kian left did Camille put down the spoon with which she waseating her porridge. She looked over at Ayan and asked softly, "Wasthat something you and Kian were just talking about last night?"

"Why do you ask?"

Ayan didn't answer yes or no.

His answer caused Camille to pause slightly. "From your conversationwith Kian, I assume it had something to do with what happened lastnight?"

Her eyes met his. She did not force, just looking at him nonchalantly, sothat Ayan could not lie to her.

He hooked his lips in a light smile, "Well, indeed."

"So have you found out who it is?" She continued to ask, and what Kiansaid to him last night suddenly rang in her mind as well, and she said,“Not just a robbery?"

"Probably!

"What do you mean by probably?"

Ayan said, "It's not clear yet, so I don't know what to tell you. I'll tell youwhen I replace it out, huh?"

Ayan's words were somewhat veiled. He didn't want her to know toomuch. But the more he behaved like that, the more curious Camillebecame.

Camille spent the morning in the hospital and the word spread aboutAyan's car accident.

After the Simpsons knew about it, Fletcher and Talia also immediatelybrought Timmy over. Knowing that nothing serious, they were slightlyrelieved. After Fletcher and Talia left, Rex and a few people came.Camille took advantage of this opportunity to have some rest.

Camille left room for Rex and the others to talk to Ayan, and she cameout of the ward to sit in the cafe downstairs for a while. Then her phonerang.

It was Preston.

On the phone, Preston asked, "Cami, was there nothing wrong lastnight?"

Camille didn't really like the questioning and just replied tersely,"Nothing."

"I saw the news about Ayan's car accident, is he all right?"

“It's okay."

"Really?" The tentative wording of Preston wasn't really obvious.Camille, however, heard a hint of something different and frownedslightly, “Why are you suddenly so concerned about him?"

Preston and Ayan didn't get along for long. At first Preston thought sheloved Ayan without getting a response, which was unworthy, so hisattitude towards Ayan was not too friendly. and Ayan alsomisunderstood he was her so-called ex-boyfriend.

Gradually Camille realized that there were other things leading to theirestrangement. But she had made many assumptions without comingup with an accurate answer.

At this moment Camille couldn't resist asking, “What is it that you arehiding from me?"

"Cami, I'm not trying to hide it from you. As to whether Ayan is hiding itfrom you or not, you have to ask him. I know he's more important inyour heart than me, but I don't want you to lose yourself, especially to aunreliable man, you can't give too much of yourself."

“If you have something to say, just be direct. I'm really tired of youcovering up like this." Camille smiled indifferently with irony.

Preston narrowed his eyes, his face was wrapped in coldness, and hesaid emotionlessly: "Cami, you don't know anything, so it's too unfair tome to directly side with Ayan like this, right? Is it true that no matterwhat happens, at any time, you feel I am the one to blame, but it hasnothing to do with Ayan?"