My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 789: Enjoyment

Chapter 789: Enjoyment

The person immediately sent what they had investigated to Kian.

After Kian looked through it, his expression immediately changed. Hedidn't call Ayan but drove directly to Maple Leaves Mansion.

At that time, Ayan was resting with Camille, so when Kian rang thedoorbell, there was no response. Kian had no choice but to make aquick phone call.

After the second call, Ayan finally answered.

Kian anxiously said, "Mr. Simpson, are you with Mrs. Simpson? I'moutside the door. Can you open it? I have something to discuss withyou face-to-face!"

Kian's tone was unusually serious. This had never happened before. Inthe years he had been with Ayan, except for special circumstanceswhere he would go directly to him personally, usually anything would bedirectly reported over the phone or through messages.

But now he came directly to the door. There must be something serioushappening.

Ayan's voice was hoarse as he responded with an "Hmm," then helifted the covers and got out of bed.

Camille was also awakened by his phone call. She opened her eyesand looked at him, asking, “Is something wrong?"

Ayan replied softly, “Kian wants to report some work issues. You justrest. I'll talk to him first.”

Camille nodded without thinking too much.

Ayan came out of the bedroom and casually closed the door. Heopened the door to let Kian in, and the two of them went to the balcony.Kian's face was somewhat grave, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. Hesaid, "Mr. Simpson, this is the video I just received. Take a look."

Kian carefully opened the video and handed it to Ayan. Ayan reachedout and took it, his gaze fixed on the screen of the phone.

As he watched the footage playing in the video, a layer of deepwrinkles appeared between his eyebrows, and his face immediatelyturned gloomy and cold.

Even after the video ended, Ayan's eyes remained lowered.

Kian whispered, "Mr. Simpson, this is clearly a deliberate frame-up.”"So what if it's a deliberate frame-up? Do you think the public willbelieve this video once it spreads?"

Ayan's voice was cold, and his dark eyes revealed a chillingindifference.

Even if he knew it was a frame-up, he could replace a way to clarify thesituation, but would other people believe it?

No, they wouldn't.

They would only think that if someone accused them wrongly, couldn'tthey do it to others in the same way?

Not everything is based on preconceived notions. Sometimes, theproactive party may become passive and make the whole situationirreparable.

Ayan remained silent, his face extremely low, and Kian whispered, "Mr.Simpson, what are we going to do? You can't just sit there and donothing, can you? Now that it's clear that this is about us, should wepass the buck to someone else?"

Ayan's eyes narrowed slightly, with a lot of emotion in his eyes, and hisvoice was indifferent: "What's the difference between this and thepeople who poured dirt on us?"

He would not allow such a thing to happen, so naturally he refused.Ayan fell into silence again and stared outside. Kian had no idea whatto do at the moment.

After a long silence, Ayan finally spoke, "You go back to the companyand have the PR department prepare for public relations in advance.Don't let anyone know about this video."

Kian nodded in agreement but had a question, "So, should we just donothing?"

"We don't know who the other party is. We are in the light while theyare in the dark. Since we are the only ones who have found out aboutthese things, we should do something, right?"

"Okay, I understand," Kian responded.

With the arrangements made, Kian prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to leave, Ayan suddenly spoke again, "Find atime today to contact Logan away from everyone else and give him thevideo."

Logan had always had dealings with the Simpson family, and Ayan hadjust thought of something. Even though he was the passive one, hecouldn't just do nothing, right?

Kian expressed his surprise, "If we hand it over to Logan, won't thepolice replace out?"

"Just leave it to him, he knows how to handle it," Ayan replied.

Kian nodded and then left.

After Kian left, Ayan stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. His facelooked extremely grim. Initially, he thought this whole thing was directedat Camille, but now he realized it was directed at himself and theSimpson Group.

However, he felt a slight sense of relief. Although knowing that SimpsonGroup being the target would make the whole situation difficult andchallenging, as long as it wasn't directed at Camille, she wouldn't beharmed or affected by public opinion.

As for him and the Simpson Group, he was innocent and wouldn't bearthis blame for no reason.

But this time, who was orchestrating everything from behind thescenes?

Preston?

Austin?

Or maybe they were coming at him together?

Apart from these two, he couldn't think of anyone else.

Ayan stood on the balcony for a while. When Camille came out of thebedroom, she saw him but he didn't respond to her.

If she didn't recognize his figure, she would have doubted if it wasreally him.

She walked over and stood beside him until she reached his side andstopped. He still didn't notice her presence.

Camille said in a calm voice, "What are you thinking? I called youseveral times, but you didn't respond.”

Ayan finally snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing her voice. Hisgaze fell on her face, revealing a touch of warmth in his cheeks. Heinstinctively hid all the coldness and complicated thoughts that had justconsumed him. He reached out and stopped Camille's shoulder,whispering, "I was thinking about work, I didn't pay attention, but Iassure you, I didn't do it on purpose. So you can't think of me badly.”Camille frowned slightly, realizing what he meant by "bad review" thistime. She tilted her head and chuckled, "Does anyone else will havethe same request of you?"

"Well, I do, so would you consider it?" Ayan asked.

"Mr. Simpson, are you mistaken about something? You're the onepursuing me, not the other way around. So why do you demand ananswer from me? It's hard for me not to deduct points from you forthis.”

Camille suppressed her laughter and started to threaten him.

He, on the other hand, remained unfazed. He pressed her against theedge of the balcony, leaning closer, his voice gentle and soothing, "Ifyou don't agree, I don't mind doing something else to make youwillingly say yes."

"Mr. Simpson, that's a threat. I will think of you in a bad way now."

"But you're also threatening me."

"Well, can't I enjoy the special treatment of being pursued?"

"So you've been enjoying being pursued all this time, which is why youhaven't given me an answer, right?"

He stared at her with his dark eyes, without blinking, his voice gentlebut devoid of much emotion, making it hard to tell if he was angry ordispleased.

Camille met his gaze and asked softly, "If that's the case, would you beangry?"

"So it's really true?"

“Yeah, probably!" Camille didn't hide it, because every girl enjoyed thefeeling of being pursued. Sienna had told her that.

Being pursued was the most beautiful start to a relationship.

With her past experiences, she actually felt a little anxious about herfuture with Ayan.

There wasn't much sense of security, but rather an indescribableemptiness. Love was something intangible, invisible, and could only befelt with the heart.

Ayan chuckled at her teasing and said, "So if you accept me as yourboyfriend, and then you can't enjoy being pursued anymore?"

"It's not the same.”

"How is it different? Worried I'll not be as good to you as now?" Ayangently touched her hair, pulling her into his embrace. He said, "If youwant to enjoy it, go ahead. I won't rush you or force you, but don't taketoo long, okay?"

Camille pursed her lips, feeling a bit uneasy. What did he want to say?What if it took too long?

Would he stop pursuing her?

He'll give up?

Camille blinked lightly, a slightly cold and indifferent expressionappearing on her face.

The man's voice continued in her ear, deep and hoarse, "Otherwise, if Iwait too long and you end up getting tired in the end, who'll be the oneto suffer, hmm?"