My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 811: Chatting

Chapter 811: Chatting

Kian immediately shone a light on Ayan, scanning him for any visibleinjuries. Apart from some marks on his black suit from the struggle,there were no obvious harm.

Ayan immediately walked towards the direction where Camille was heldcaptive, with Kian following closely behind. His voice was sharp, "It'slate, so replaceing Austin might be difficult. But we're far from thedowntown of Hance City. Immediately block all the exits nearby. Andhas Logan been notified?"

"He's been notified. And he's outside waiting with some people.”"Good, let Logan's men help do it."

Kian nodded, giving the necessary instructions. Then he accompaniedAyan to replace Camille.

The two people guarding Camille had already slipped away uponhearing the commotion, but Ayan wouldn't let them off the hook.

Ayan found Camille in a pitch-black room. She was crouched in acorner, her eyes covered, and her mouth gagged. Her hair wasdisheveled, and her casual clothes were covered in dirt and dust fromthe struggle.

She sat there huddled, motionless. Because her face was covered, herexpressions and eyes couldn't be clearly seen, but Ayan still sensedher fear and terror.

He approached with large strides, pulling her into his embrace, whileKian and the others waited at the door, not intruding.

Camille stiffened at Ayan's touch, her whole body freezing.

Sensing her unease, Ayan immediately spoke gently, “It's me. Sorry, I'mlate.”

Ayan removed the blindfold and untied the towel from her mouth. Dueto being covered for too long, and with the darkness of the night,Camille couldn't see clearly for a moment, but as soon as she realizedit was Ayan, her moods improved slightly.

Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, "I..."

"I know everything, don't speak for now. Let's leave this place first." Hedirectly carried her in his arms and walked out. Kian, seeing this,immediately draped the coat he had in his hand over Camille. The coatwas in Ayan's car, as he had prepared it just in case.

Ayan's face darkened, while Camille buried her head in his embrace.The two of them silently walked out of the unfinished villa, all the way tothe front gate where his car was parked. He supported her to sit in theback seat and sat beside her. He instructed Kian, "Let's head back toMaple Leaves Mansion."

Camille didn't speak during the journey because she was exhausted.Despite being confined to a room all this time, she couldn't rest at all,as her emotions remained tense. As a result, she was particularlyfatigued.

Even now, she didn't dare to truly fall asleep. She felt a strong sense ofinsecurity.

On the way back to Maple Leaves Mansion, Kian's phone didn't stopringing. He continuously received calls from the security team. Theyhad captured a few people, but there was still no news about Austinand his assistant.

Several people escaped before they arrived, dispersing in differentdirections.

So, no one knew where Austin had gone?

But the search was ongoing.

Upon returning to the vicinity of Maple Leaves Mansion, Ayan carriedCamille out of the car. Initially, she intended to walk on her own, butAyan refused.

He said, "Let me carry you upstairs, give me a chance, hmm?"

His voice was very gentle, the kind of tenderness that was full ofconcern.

Ayan held Camille in his arms and said to Kian, "I'll leave it to you tohandle things. Call me once you replace him."

"l understand."

Kian nodded, watching the two of them walk into the hallway beforedriving away.

Ayan carried Camille all the way back home, gently placing her on thesofa, and then said, "I'll go run a bath for you. Take a bath, havesomething to eat, and get a good night's sleep, okay?"

Camille nodded, and as Ayan went to the bathroom to fill the bathwater,she remained motionless, lost in her own thoughts.

All the memories in her mind kept replaying like movie scenes, startingfrom the moment she was deceived out of Maple Leaves Mansion andforced into a car. She was in a constant state of fear and nervousness.Those people covered her mouth and blindfolded her eyes. She wouldresist and they would slap her hard. Even now, her head and cheeksstill throbbed with pain.

But she didn't tell Ayan because she didn't want him to worry too much.So she didn't say anything.

Everything was buried inside her heart.

The only thing she could be grateful for was that irreversible thingsdidn't happen, but she was still deeply scared because she overheardthe conversation between those two men. If Ayan had been a little later,they might have done it.

What would she do then?

How would she face Ayan? How would she face Timmy?

Although none of it was her fault, the humiliation couldn't be undone.Even if it wasn't caused by her, she couldn't pretend that nothinghappened.

The more Camille thought about it, the more agitated she became. Sheclenched her hands tightly, not even hearing Ayan calling her severaltimes after he finished running the bathwater. Seeing her pale face,Ayan's eyes also reflected a deep concern. He stared at her with hisdark eyes, then slowed his pace and gently walked to her side, pullingher into his arms.

Camille was slightly startled and felt her body stiffen. Ayan whispered,“It's okay, go take a bath. I'll wait for you outside. Take a warm bath andrelax a bit, okay?"

Camille nodded and let Ayan lead her to the bathroom, still holding herhand.

Ayan didn't enter the bathroom, he just stared at her and asked softly,"Do you need any help?"

His tone revealed a playful seriousness.

Camille shook her head, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "No, Ican manage on my own."

"Okay, I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything, hmm?"

He was exceptionally considerate and gentle, which made Camille feelmuch more at ease.

After taking a simple bath, when Camille came out, Ayan had alreadyordered takeout dinner. It was already past 8 p. m.

Camille hadn't eaten lunch, but she didn't feel particularly hungrybecause all her body's reactions were distracted by other emotions.Now, smelling the delicious food, she began to feel a bit hungry. Ayanserved her half a bowl of chicken soup. "Have some soup first.”“Thank you." Camille's voice was a bit hoarse as she reached out andtook the soup. She took a sip, and it tasted good.

During the meal, Ayan spent most of the time serving her, taking care ofher appetite. Although she hadn't eaten much all day and had beenthrough a lot, her appetite wasn't great. She only managed to eat half abowl of rice and didn't want to continue.

Seeing her set the bowl aside, Ayan asked with concern, "Doesn't it suityour taste? Should I ask Auntie to come and cook for you?"

Camille shook her head. "I'm full. Hurry up and eat, you haven't haddinner yet!"

Ayan nodded and gently pinched her cheek, then started eating.

He ate quickly and with elegance. In fact, watching him eat was also akind of enjoyment.

After Ayan finished his meal, he tidied up the takeout box and placed itaside, then looked at Camille and asked, "Do you want to rest or watchTV?"

Camille met his gaze and said, “Can you chat with me?"

Ayan nodded, took her hand, and sat her down beside him. ThenCamille spoke softly, "Is it because of Cora that Austin wanted to useme to threaten you?"

Ayan didn't deny it. He said, "That's mostly the reason, but it's notentirely because of Cora. There have been long-standing grievances,and he couldn't directly do anything to me, so he came up with a way tothreaten me through you. Don't worry, I will pay back what he did toyou. I won't let Austin go."

Camille remained silent, leaning quietly against his chest.

His voice deep and low, he asked, "Why aren't you speaking? What areyou thinking?"

She pursed her lips and asked the question that had been suppressedin her heart for a long time. She asked, "Ayan, is Cora important toyou? If you hand her over to Austin, he won't have any reason to targetyou anymore, and you can save yourself a lot of trouble. Why don't youdo that?"