My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 820: Matchmaking

Chapter 820: Matchmaking

Ayan couldn't help but chuckle at her question. “If I wanted to coax you,shouldn't I just tell you directly that I'm doing all this because of you andit wouldn't benefit Simpson Group in any way. Wouldn't that make youeven more touched?"

"So, are you saying that you're trying to coax me?" Camille asked.

He leaned in closer, his entire being inclining towards Camille, his deepgaze fixed on her without wavering.

His direct and intense gaze made Camille feel defenseless. Shepushed him away, stood up from the office chair, and tried to moveaway. But Ayan smoothly pulled her into his embrace.

He said, "Did you hear what I said and feel unhappy because you thinkI'm not coaxing you?"

"Am I that petty?"

"Well, I think you are. If you weren't petty, why haven't you accepted meyet?"

Camille laughed, "Maybe it's because I'm not entirely satisfied with howyou pursued me?"

Ayan gently pinched her chin, his eyes deep, his voice husky. “Then tellme, what exactly do you want to be satisfied?"

"l won't say it. If I say it, then it means I'm teaching you, right?" Camillereached out and lightly circled her hands around his neck. Followingthat was her passionate and fierce kiss.

Afterwards, her lips were slightly swollen and tinged with a faint redcolor. Her eyes looked at him with a coquettish hint of dissatisfaction.But Ayan became even more enamored by her appearance. Henarrowed his eyes and his gaze intensified. His voice became evenhuskier as he said, "Don't look at me like that, hmm? Otherwise, I won'tbe able to control myself."

Oh no, help!

It was clearly him who made her like this, but now it seemed like it washer responsibility?

Camille glared at him fiercely, then casually brought up an old matter.She asked, "Who is Alicia? I heard she's been coming to see you oftenlately.”

"Who told you that?" he asked calmly.

She said, “To avoid unwanted attention, one must be careful with theiractions. After all, Mr. Simpson's affairs attract a lot of people's attention.There are no secrets in this world. Your behavior is easily subject toscrutiny, and it may cost you. So, you should be cautious."

Listening to her words, Ayan couldn't help but laugh. He said, "I'l fireKian later.”

“It's up to you. But it makes you appear more guilty. If I hadn't seen itwith my own eyes, would you have planned to keep it from me?" Shepretended to be displeased, lightly humming, her gaze fixed on him,waiting for an answer.

Ayan didn't think she was genuinely angry. He simply answeredtruthfully, no different from Kian's response.

Camille asked, "So, do you really need Nores Group's land and want tocollaborate with them?"

"I do need that land from Nores Group, but it's not necessary tocollaborate with them. The location of that land is currently unfavorable,but its future development potential is significant. If Simpson Grouploses interest in the land, other companies will as well. And such alarge piece of land isn't something anyone can acquire easily."

"If that's the case, why do you appear so interested now?"

“I need to show interest. Otherwise, how can I make this land seemvaluable when I lose interest?"

Ayan smiled, showing that he had everything planned. It had to be saidthat he always came prepared.

He didn't continue speaking, but the meaning behind his words wasunderstood by both of them.

Camille stayed in the company for an afternoon. Originally, she plannedto chat and then go home to rest. However, Ayan insisted that she stayin the company and accompany him.

She ended up staying for the whole afternoon.

During that time, several executives and assistants came in to reportwork and greet them, all politely and respectfully nodding to Camille,who was sitting on the couch.

Camille remained composed, but internally she felt indescribableemotions. She felt a bit nervous, as if she were an animal in a zoobeing observed by passersby.

With this thought, she gave an annoyed glare at the culprit, Ayan.Finally, after enduring the workday, Ayan held her hand and left theoffice. It was the end of the workday, so they were drawing someattention from a few onlookers.

Soon, the news spread within the company's internal chat group.

"Did you see it? Mr. Simpson was holding hands with Mrs. Simpson. Sotender! Mrs. Simpson accompanied Mr. Simpson in the office for thewhole afternoon. What do you think they were doing inside?"

"Probably kissing and hugging?"

"Nonsense! I went in to report work, but Mr. Simpson didn't payattention. He kept sneaking glances at Mrs. Simpson sitting on thecouch. Oh God, at that moment, I wanted to cut my wrists and commitsuicide to make space for them."

"Hahaha, hilarious!"

"I declare that from today onwards, I'm a fan of Mr. Simpson and Mrs.Simpson, the ultimate couple in reality. Anyone who says a wordagainst them, I'll rip their heads off and use them as balls."

"Count me in!"

"Add me too!"

"While you're shipping them, I'm wondering when Mr. Simpson andMrs. Simpson will have a second child.”

"To be honest, I want to know too!"

Everyone was chatting away, completely forgetting that this was thecompany's internal employee group. It wasn't until Kian saw it andtyped a message, "Discussing the president privately will result in asalary deduction.”

"Ah! Kian, why didn't you remind us earlier? We can't take it back now,what should we do?"

After complaining frenziedly in the group for a while, they finallyrealized, as long as Kian doesn't say anything, how could Ayan see thechat?

Mr. Simpson is busy with countless work. How could he have time topeek at the chat?

Then they started privately messaging Kian, telling him to let it slide.Kian naturally wouldn't say anything. But seeing the two people in therearview mirror, he also began to feel envious. He should be the personwho knows their relationship best, other than the two themselves.

If he sold the gossip, he would probably become rich?

With this thought, Kian couldn't help but chuckle.

Camille happened to catch sight of this unintentionally and asked,"Kian, why are you laughing?”

Kian instantly froze, and Ayan also looked at him. Both of them waitedfor his response, which made him stiffen for a while before he repliedsoftly, "I just feel genuinely happy because Mrs. Simpson and Mr.Simpson now seem to have a happy life together now."

"Oh, I understand. Kian, are you looking for love?" Camille completelymisunderstood Kian's meaning and continued, "What kind of girl do youlike?"

"Mrs. Simpson, that's not what I meant. I..."

"Don't be shy, Kian. Mr. Simpson won't tease you. You're his secretary,and he cares about your personal matters, right?" Camille glanced atAyan, asking.

What could he say?

Of course, he said, "Yes, just say it. There's no one else here. You workhard and are busy every day, without time for romance. If we've cometo this topic, go ahead and tell us what kind of girl you like."

Kian felt as if his parents were interrogating him about his personal life.No, the pressure was even greater than when his own parents asked.But now, they were at a red light, and he couldn't replace an excuse even ifhe wanted to.

Under the gaze of their eyes, he had no choice but to answer, “I don'thave many requirements, as long as our values align and we can getalong harmoniously."

"Do you prefer outgoing and lively or gentle and reserved?"

"Outgoing and lively!"

"Well, let me introduce someone to you!"

Camille responded smoothly.

Then Kian froze, and so did Ayan.

Ayan asked, "Who are you going to introduce?"