My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 764: Sweetness

"Why not?" Ayan squinted his eyes and looked out the window, hishandsome face showing a cold expression. He said, "Releasing Seanand letting him go back to Preston would be better. Preston knows thatSean is in my hands, but if Sean can return intact after a few days, doyou think Preston wouldn't suspect anything?"

Even if Sean goes back now, he won't worry about Preston using himagain. After all, they have a family relationship and Elijah is involved inthe middle of it. Some things cannot be avoided even with precautions.It's better to release Sean since there's no use keeping him in handanyway.

Originally, Ayan planned to let Preston replace Sean on his own so that hecould reveal himself and Ayan wouldn't have to put in as much effort.But so far there has been no movement from Preston and he doesn'twant to waste any more time.

Kian nodded understandingly and asked, "Mr. Simpson, should Icontact the bodyguards later to send him back?"

"No rush," Ayan said. "There are too many people during the day, whichmakes it conspicuous. Remember to tell whoever sends Sean back totake extra precautions just in case he replaces out where they're takinghim."

Back at Simpson Group CEO office.

Ayan sat at his desk with a gloomy expression because of somethingon his mind for quite some time before finally picking up his phone anddialing Camille's number.

When she answered, his expression softened into one only reservedfor Camille. With a warm tone, he asked softly: "What are you doing?"Camille had just finished her meeting at the museum where the interiordesign was already half completed; they were going throughconstruction plans soon but hadn't set an exact date yet, so sheneeded to visit here frequently for adjustments or coordinationpurposes between architects and builders.

So naturally Camille was tired from work already. She had eaten lunchhastily.

"Just finished my meeting," replied Camille wearily.

"Have you eaten?" asked Ayan gently.

"Yeah... just grabbed something quick.”

"Are you tired?"

"A little bit," admitted Camille frankly, while both continued theirconversation casually, without any sense of boredom or awkwardnessbetween them whatsoever despite its simplicity.

"Why did you suddenly call me? Aren't you busy?" queried Camillecuriously.

"I can't give myself some rest? Otherwise what's the point of hiring allthese employees?" teased Ayan playfully.

Camille began to mock him: "Yes, you are the president of SimpsonGroup. You don't need to do anything and people will work for you. ButI can't do that. I have to work to support my humble business.”

He asked smoothly, "How about this? I acquire your company and letthe employees of Simpson Group work hard to support your companyin the future. That way, you won't have to work so hard anymore,hmm?"

"So is this Mr. Simpson's way of pursuing someone?" Camille couldn'thelp laughing as she teased Ayan with every word.

He showed no anger at all, his voice still gentle as he said, "Can youfeel my thoughts for you through this?"

"Okay, I will try to feel it!"

"It seems like I still have to keep working hard,” Ayan continued, "If Itransfer the ownership directly to you, will you be able to fullyunderstand my intentions?"

“I think it's okay, so do you want to give it a try?"

"No better day than another. Would I have the honor of having MissArmstrong with me for dinner tonight? And then we can talk in detail?"This was his ultimate aim, and since he had been courting Camille,everything had been said casually and without the slightest hint ofhypocrisy.

Camille couldn't help but laugh, her beautiful face filled with happiness.However, her laughter was so piercing that it seemed to penetrateone's soul. Completely immersed in her conversation with Ayan,Camille was unaware of the tall figure standing near the emergencyexit.

Those deep, dark eyes stared at her without blinking, watching herevery word and action. The sweet smile and her gentle voice did notbelong to him.

The man's face was filled with a solemn stiffness and coldness thatlingers for a long time.

Camille had arranged to have dinner with Ayan and only ended the callafter that. She put her phone back in her pocket, still wearing a smileon her face that hadn't completely faded. She raised her hand andlightly covered her face until the smile disappeared entirely beforeturning around to head back to the meeting room.

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from behind: "Cami!"Camille turned around and saw that Preston had been standing there,towering over her, for who knows how long. She was a bit startled anda look of surprise crossed her face. There was also a hint ofdispleasure in her eyes, as if she wasn't too happy with Preston'sbehavior.

Before Camille could calm down, he had already lifted his foot andwalked towards her, finally stopping a few steps away from her.

"No," Camille denied flatly. She asked, "What are you doing here?""Just finished talking with Jenson and the museum manager about thework, came out for a smoke," he replied, his gaze fixed on Camillewithout blinking, as if trying to read something from her eyes.

Camille didn't respond to his answer because she couldn't refute it.After all, they were on the same floor. Although their meeting room wasat the end of the hallway, it was only a few dozen meters away fromhere. It wasn't strange that he could come over for a smoke.

Camille just pursed her lips and remained silent, which made Preston'sface stiffen slightly.

Preston asked, "Cami, why aren't you saying anything? Do you thinkI'm eavesdropping on your phone call deliberately? Is that what you'rethinking?"

Camille frowned slightly and looked at Preston with a relaxedexpression before responding slowly: "You're overthinking it; I'm not.”"Really?" Preston challenged her response. "Or are you just too afraidto admit it?"

“It's really nothing; don't think too much about it," Camille repliedcalmly.

Their responses were both very stiff and different from their usualpeaceful interactions.

There was less friendliness between them now and more awkwardnesslike strangers who had just met each other for the first time.

Preston continued staring at Camille as he spoke in a low voice:"Cami... do we still have any chance of going back to how things usedto be between us?"

Camille hesitated briefly before meeting his gaze squarely as she said:“There hasn't been much difference between then and now actually.Haven't we always been like this before? As long as our hearts haven'tchanged yet everything else will remain unchanged too."

Naturally, Preston did not respond or agree with her words.

"Cami... You've clearly changed towards me," said Preston regretfullyafter some silence passed by "Do you know that I regretted letting youcome to Hance City in the first place without stopping you?" He pausedbriefly before continuing “I even regretted coming along with youbecause I thought that once things went wrong for you, then maybe wewould turn back, but I was wrong... You're someone who only movesforward.”

His words made Camille think of everything that had happened backthen. It was true that Preston had accompanied her through thetoughest times, and she was grateful for his help and companionship.But she always thought it was just mutual support between friends. Shenever thought that Preston had other motives in accompanying her toHance City. If she had known what he really wanted from thebeginning, she would never have let him come with her.

But those things were already in the past, and nothing could changethem now.

Camille looked up at Preston and said, "Preston, I'm not refusing tolook back. I'm just moving forward like everyone else. Nobody stays inthe same place forever. You're not me, so you don't know how mucheffort I've put in or how many concessions I've made. As long as wecan live up to ourselves, that's all that matters."

"So you're determined to be with Ayan for the rest of your life? Justbecause he's been a little nicer to you lately and given you a taste ofsweetness? And now you want to give him your heart again?" Prestonpressed on with displeasure flashing in his eyes.