My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 839: Acting Cute

Chapter 839: Acting Cute

Sienna hadn't even made it home yet. It had only been a little over tenminutes since they had parted ways.

She had Ayan's number saved, so when she saw this string of digits,she assumed it was Camille calling.

Pressing the answer button, her gaze drifted to the window as a softvoice came through, "Hello? Cami?"

"It's me," Ayan responded calmly, then continued in a deliberate tone,"Cami went to take a shower. I have a few questions for you."

Sienna's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she replied in a calm tone,"Alright, go ahead and ask."

"Regarding tonight, I want to know if Mario used Cami to threaten you?"Ayan got straight to the point, without any beating around the bush.

His words caught Sienna off guard, and naturally, she couldn't deny orrefute them, as Ayan's intelligence had already given him an 80 percentcertainty.

Sienna pursed her lips slightly and whispered, "Yes, but it's not entirelya threat anymore because I have other things to do. So, don't think toomuch about it, and don't tell Cami.”

"Did he use the relationship between me and Camille to threaten you?"Ayan had no intention of stopping there. Since he had already asked,he naturally wanted a clear answer.

Sienna let out a silent sigh. "Yes," she confessed to Ayan. "Sinceyou've already guessed it, I have no intention of hiding it from you. Weare being honest with each other because we don't want to burden oneanother. But Mr. Simpson, I'm not just doing all of this because of yoursituation. So, don't feel any pressure, and don't think that it's becauseof you that I'm in this situation.”

"Understood," Ayan replied in a gentle tone. His expression remainedemotionless to the extreme. He continued, "If you were threatened byMario due to the status of my marriage with Cami, you can simply tellhim that Camille and I are not divorced at all. So, the information heknows doesn't constitute a threat.”

Sienna was taken aback, disbelief evident in her eyes. She was greatlyshocked. "Mr. Simpson, are you trying to comfort me? Are youintentionally saying this to reassure me and alleviate any concerns Imay have?"

Ayan smiled faintly and replied, "Do I need to comfort you?"

Sienna was stunned, and she still found it hard to believe as she asked,"Mr. Simpson, you said that you and Cami are not divorced, but didn'tCami say that you were already divorced? Is she lying, or are you lyingto me?"

"She didn't lie to you, and neither did I. Only a few people know aboutthis, including my secretary and you."

"Even Rex doesn't know?"

"Naturally."

Sienna felt like she had learned something extraordinary. She quicklytold Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, regarding this matter, I think I'll just pretend Ididn't hear anything. Let's pretend nothing happened just now. It's a bittoo unbelievable, and if Cami replaces out, she will definitely kill me, won'tshe?"

Her reaction made Ayan chuckle lightly, and then he calmly said, "Ifyou're afraid that Cami will cause trouble if she replaces out, let's forgetabout what I said earlier. The purpose of telling you was not to makeyou face the pressure from Cami with me. I just wanted to let you knowthat you don't have to let our situation affect your own choices. If Mariotries to threaten you with this matter, let him do as he pleases. Even ifhe spreads this news through other people, I will eventually replace outwho is involved. Do you think he would dare to offend me over such atrivial matter?"

Ayan remained calm and spoke more to Sienna than he ever hadbefore. After all, his character was such that he never said a word morethan necessary. He spoke so openly to Sienna because she wasCamille's good friend. If it were anyone else, he would never have donethe same.

Sienna naturally sensed this as well, and she sincerely said, “Thankyou, Mr. Simpson. But rest assured, now that I have heard these words,I know what to do."

"That's good," Ayan glanced at a figure emerging from the bedroomand spoke in a subdued tone, "Then let's leave it at that. She's comingout."

"Alright, goodbye!"

"Mhm."

After finishing their conversation, Ayan promptly deleted the call recordand placed his phone on the coffee table.

Camille looked at him, noticing that he hung up the phone as soon asshe came out. She asked, "Who were you talking to?"

Ayan took the towel from her hand and began drying her hair. A faintsmile played on his lips as he replied in a low voice, "Why? Are youstarting to investigate me now?"

Camille playfully glared at him, displeased. “I'm just concerned aboutyou."

"Concerned, huh? Are you really just concerned?" Ayan smirked.Seeing that he clearly didn't want to answer, Camille decided not topursue the matter any further. She simply said, "Never mind if you don'twant to say. But remember, you're still in the probation period, and youractions could be deducted points!"

"Now you're threatening me? Cami, you've become naughty!" Ayanused the towel to wrap her head, pulling her tightly into his embrace.His fingers, with distinct knuckles, lightly brushed against her chin ashis voice turned hoarse. "Tell me, how else do you plan to handle me,hmm?"

The warm breath on her cheek made her stiffen, unable to move. Sheinstinctively wanted to create some distance between them, but herefused to let go. Instead, he held her even tighter. Camille felt as ifthey were merging into one.

She pursed her lips, her tone somewhat unnatural as she said, "I'm nottrying to control you. I'm just kindly reminding you. If you don't want tolisten, then forget it."

Watching her slightly nervous expression, Ayan found it particularlyadorable. He stared into her eyes intently, his voice tender as he spoke,“You have that possessive look on your face, yet you say you're nottrying to control me. If it's not control, why do I already feel yourindifference and reminders?"

"Mr. Simpson, you have quite the imagination!"

"Thank you for the compliment. You're the one who taught me well."Ayan still had a faint smile on his face as he lightly touched her chinwith his fingertip. There was a deep implication in his eyes. His voiceturned low and hoarse. "Since I came to Flento City, how many timeshave you neglected me for Sienna? Now that Sienna isn't here,shouldn't you pamper me a little?"

Camille was momentarily stunned, staring at Ayan in disbelief. Was hejust acting cute?

Unable to contain her laughter, she said, "Oh my, Mr. Simpson, are youacting cute?"

He didn't feel even the slightest bit embarrassed by her laughter. Afterall, in front of the person closest to him, what was there to beembarrassed about?

Only in front of the person closest to you could you completely openyour heart. If you still had to pretend in front of them, life would be tooexhausting, wouldn't it?

Ayan's deep gaze remained fixed on her, and a gentle expressionemerged in his eyes. He wouldn't deny it. Instead, he nodded directlyand said, "Yes, I'm acting cute. So, will you indulge me?"

In fact, this wasn't the first time Ayan had acted cute, nor was it the firsttime he had shown this side to her. It was an image that no one elsecould see or imagine, but Camille saw it.

If before she had only sensed Ayan's liking and affection for her, at thismoment, Camille truly realized that Ayan's feelings for her weredifferent from anyone else's.

These feelings were uniquely hers

She pursed her lips, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of hermouth. She said, "Alright then, how do you want me to indulge you? Doyou want me to hug you?"

He stared into her eyes without wavering. "Yes, but besides hugging, Iwant something more."

"One can't be so greedy!"

“I'm very greedy when it comes to you."

He spread his long legs, completely enclosing her in his embrace. Hepressed her against the marble pillar next to the floor-to-ceiling window.His hands rested on her waist, leaving her with no chance to escape orretreat.

His breath drew closer, slowly closing in on her. This leisurely approachwas like a massive and powerful enemy advancing on the battlefield,unstoppable.