My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 830: Getting Personal

Chapter 830: Getting Personal

Kian went to handle Austin's affairs, and naturally, Ayan didn't mention itto Camille. As for what happened at Norman Group, Camille hadn'tpaid much attention. She had been busy with work, organizing theillustrations, and hardly had any free time to browse online news.Besides, Norman Group wasn't in Hance City, so only business circlescared about it, along with the local residents and curious netizens.

So, it was normal for Camille to be unaware.

Just now, Camille suddenly remembered her discussion with Ayanabout going to Dane City during breakfast. Ayan had said they woulddecide on the trip after Kian returned. So she asked what Kian was upto.

Ayan remained composed, facing Camille, and replied, "He's dealingwith some matters. If everything goes smoothly, he should be backtonight.”

"What is it? Is it something significant?"

She inquired, her curiosity getting the best of her.

The car had just reached the museum, and Ayan turned slightly to faceCamille, saying calmly, "What exactly are you trying to replace out? Hmm?"“I'm not trying to replace out anything. I'm just curious. If it's not a big deal,why did you send Kian personally?"

“It's not a major issue, just some trivial matters."

"Really?"

Camille clearly didn't believe it. If it wasn't anything important, Ayanwould have been honest with her. But now, he was being evasive.That clearly meant there was something, right?

Camille couldn't help but speculate and worry, but despite thinkingabout it, she couldn't be certain of what it was.

Camille pursed her lips and looked at Ayan with a probing gaze. Shewhispered, “Are you hiding something from me?"

Ayan reached out, gently pinching her cheek, his warm gaze fixed onher eyes. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he said, "If I werereally hiding something from you, what would you do?"

He smiled mischievously, and the mischievous glint in his eyes wasevident, as if he was waiting for Camille to fall into the trap he had set.Camille didn't dare to give a direct answer to his question. Instead, shestared at him for a while before calmly saying, "Well, if you don't wantto tell me, then I won't ask anymore.”

After saying that, Camille genuinely stopped questioning.

Seeing her obedient demeanor, Ayan couldn't help but laugh. He liftedher chin with his hand and chuckled, "You really don't want to know?""Mmm, really.”

"Is this you being angry?"

Looking at her expressionless face, Ayan felt an even stronger urge tolaugh. He couldn't resist teasing her further.

Camille rolled her eyes, feeling utterly speechless. She repliedindifferently, "If you don't want to tell me, even if I manage to squeeze itout of you, what's the point?"

Ayan said, "How would you know you can't get me to spill unless yougive it a try? Hmm?!"

Camille let out a soft snort, “Forget it. Forcing something out won'tmake it sweet. If you're willing to tell me, you'll do so voluntarily. Ifyou're not, even if I manage to pry it out, it won't be meaningful, right?"Ayan sensed the teasing in her words, and his smile grew wider. Heleaned in, wanting to kiss her, but Camille naturally evaded hisadvances by leaning back, avoiding the kiss.

Ayan stared at her and said with a smile, "Are you really upset?"

"Not at all!" Camille shook her head and changed the topic. She asked,"Do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll get off the car. It's gettinglate, and I don't want to be late. As the CEO, you should set a goodexample and not be late. It wouldn't look good for the employees tofollow your lead."

Camille couldn't help but laugh at her own sarcastic remark. If someoneelse had said those words to her, she would have been prepared toretaliate.

But when it came to herself, she remained composed, not showing theslightest expression on her face, just looking at Ayan indifferently.When she mentioned getting off the car, Ayan immediately reached outand tightly held her hand. The smile on his face vanished, leaving a hintof seriousness. In a soft voice, he said, "I didn't mean that, and it's notsomething that can't be said. I just want to wait until this matter isresolved before telling you. There aren't any concrete results yet, sotelling you now would only cause unnecessary worry. So focus on yourwork. I'll come to pick you up this afternoon, and we'll leave for DaneCity tomorrow. Let's go home early today and pack, okay?"

After listening to his sincere words, Camille decided not to press himfurther.

She nodded in agreement.

But Ayan didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he said, "Can you stopbeing angry then?"

“I'm not angry!"

"Really?"

"Really," Camille replied, nodding.

Then Ayan said in a casual tone, "Then give me a kiss, hmm?"

Ayan spoke as if he was shamelessly asking for a kiss. Just the thoughtof his expression and what he would do next made Camille uneasy.Her cheeks turned hot, and his warm breath seemed to linger in herears, making it difficult for her to calm down.

She didn't even know how she managed to walk back to the museumand take the elevator to the meeting room floor.

She didn't encounter anyone along the way. At this time, most peoplehad already arrived at the meeting room. So when Camille was aboutto reach the door of the meeting room, she stopped and took a deepbreath, trying to adjust her emotions and breathing before knocking onthe door to enter.

But as soon as her hand reached for the doorknob, a man's voice camefrom behind her, "Cami!"

Camille instinctively looked up and saw that Preston had just walkedover from the direction of the elevator, approaching her at a leisurelypace.

His gaze was fixed on Camille, and the two of them locked eyes for amoment. Camille was the first to look away and said, "Mr. Baxter."Camille's greeting was a reminder to Preston that they were currently inthe museum, where people could come and go at any time, and shehoped he wouldn't say anything inappropriate.

Because she really didn't want any irritating trouble or topics wouldarise.

Camille's attitude was clear, and Preston understood it perfectly, but hedidn't want to understand. He stopped a couple of steps away fromCamille, his gaze still fixed on her, and said, "Cami, like what Imessaged you before..."

"Mr. Baxter, it's working hours now. If you don't have any work-relatedmatters to discuss, I'll go in first."

After saying that, Camille turned her head to open the door. ButPreston grabbed her hand and said, "Cami, can't you listen to myexplanation? Why do you always refuse to believe me?"

Camille's face turned cold, her expression extremely unpleasant, and aclear trace of coldness flashed in her eyes. She replied indifferently, “Ifyou insist on asking me why I don't believe you, even after knowing thatit would cause me trouble if someone sees us, then I can only tell youthat if you truly consider me a friend, you wouldn't make things difficultfor me, let alone pressure me like you are now.”

After saying that, Camille's expression remained cold and her faceshowed a hint of chilling hostility. She squinted her eyes, and her gazewas as sharp as a blade, filled with genuine displeasure and anger.Preston was momentarily stunned, then sluggish for a moment. Camilletook advantage of this and pulled her hand away, pushing open thedoor to the meeting room.

Preston stood there alone, motionless for a long time. His face wasfrozen, and his phone rang at this moment. After a while, he took it outand answered the call.

It was unclear what the other person said, but his expression becameincreasingly solemn. Finally, he just uttered, "He's replaceing trouble forhimself!"