My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 851: Joke

Chapter 851: Joke

Early the next morning, the two of them had breakfast at the hotel andthen left.

Ayan was the driver for Camille. On the way, he had already calledKian, telling him to handle anything on his own and not to contact him.Ayan then put his phone on silent mode, and he did the same forCamille's phone.

Observing what he was doing, Camille couldn't help but ask with a hintof amusement, "Won't this affect your work? What if Kian needs toreach you urgently?"

"He is the chief secretary of the Simpson Group's president. If he can'thandle such a trivial matter, then I think he might as well quit and goback to farming."

Ayan's domineering statement was undoubtedly equal to the praise forKian. After all, receiving recognition from Ayan meant that Kian'sabilities were beyond doubt.

Camille smiled, pursing her lips. "If you praise him in front of Kian, Ithink he would work even harder."

"The compensation I give him will make him work harder,” Ayan repliedindifferently. Then, he started the car and took Camille to the largestamusement park in Dane City.

Dane City's amusement park was famous, surpassing even the one inHance City, which was already quite large.

The amusement park not only had various rides, but also offered awide range of entertainment options and specially designedbackgrounds for those who loved taking photos.

Dane City's amusement park was comparable to Disneyland, attractinga lot of visitors. Ayan had already booked the tickets in advance whilethey were still in Flento.

The most popular attraction in the amusement park was, of course, theFerris wheel. Although each city and amusement park might have itsown iconic buildings, in Dane and this amusement park, the enormousFerris wheel was the iconic structure.

So, as soon as they entered the amusement park, Ayan took Camille tothe Ferris wheel to check it off their list. Looking at the gigantic Ferriswheel before them, Camille couldn't help but say, "This Ferris wheel isso huge!"

Ayan held her hand and stood amidst the crowd. The place wasbustling with people, making it difficult for him to speak loudly. Heleaned in and whispered to her, "From up there, you can overlook theentire Dane City."

Camille was intrigued. She recalled how in college, she often heard herclassmates and roommates talking about wanting to ride the Ferriswheel with their loved ones as a symbol of romance.

Thinking about this, a faint smile appeared on Camille's lips.

This is what romance is about, right?

Ayan looked at her and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"l want to ride this."

"Of course, we're here now, and I brought you here specifically for this."Ayan held her hand and led her into the crowd. Of course, he didn't tellCamille that he had already planned everything before deciding to bringher to Dane. The Ferris wheel was their first stop.

Both of them followed the rules and stood in line with their ownthoughts. Although they were wearing masks, the dignified andcaptivating aura they exuded, along with the feeling they gave off,made them look like handsome and beautiful individuals.

There were many other people in the queue as well. Some of the girlscouldn't help but say to their companions, “The guy is so tall. Eventhough he's wearing a mask, I feel like he's really handsome. I reallywant to get his number.”

"Yeah, I agree. He looks so handsome, but it seems like the girl in frontis his girlfriend! She's taken, so it wouldn't be good to ask for hiscontact information, right?"

“The girl is so beautiful too!"

The comments from the crowd reached Camille and Ayan's earsclearly. Ayan simply raised his hand and gently placed it around thewoman in front of him. This intimate gesture was enough to prove theirrelationship.

The girls who wanted his number naturally lost their courage. After all,he had a girlfriend already, so asking for his contacts would be quiteembarrassing.

Camille kept a calm expression and discreetly pinched Ayan's handwhere others couldn't see. She whispered, "You really know how toplay around, don't you?"

Ayan wore an expression of being wronged. He shrugged and leanedclose to her, whispering, “Then what should I do? Lock me up at homeso no one can see me? Or maybe there's another way, want to hearit?"

Camille didn't know what idea he had in mind, so she simply asked,"What way?"

"Give me a legal title. Who would dare to think about me then?"

His gaze locked onto hers. They had to get closer to hear each otheramidst the crowd, so their distance was very close. Both of them couldsee each other clearly in their eyes, and neither of them blinked, gazingat each other without interruption.

He hoarsely said, “Do you want to give me a title, huh?"

Camille's eyelashes fluttered, and she lightly said, "Are you in a hurry?""Yes, I am a little. A title is like an ID card. Without it, I don't feelsecure.” He remained calm and those deep eyes never left Camille'sface. He wasn't really forcing her; he just wanted to bring it up at theright time.

The topic didn't continue because it was their turn to board the Ferriswheel.

In the small space, there was no sensation when they ascended at first,but it gradually increased little by little. Camille started to panic.

She said, "Isn't this too high? Is it safe?"

When they were standing below, she didn't feel anything, and the issueof height didn't cross her mind. It was only after they entered that sherealized it.

There was a slight tremor in her voice, and concern appeared on herpale face, and her hands tightly gripped the edge of the safety rail.Ayan reached out and embraced her, his voice low and hoarse. "Areyou scared?"

Camille didn't try to hide it. She said, "Aren't you scared?"

This was just the beginning, and the speed was slowly increasing asthey went higher. She couldn't even imagine how high it would be whenthey reached the top.

Camille pressed her lips together, feeling increasingly anxious. Shewhispered, "It won't fall, right?"

Ayan smiled helplessly and turned her body to face him. His gaze wasgentle as he stared at her. "If you're scared, don't look down. Comehere and sit for a while, hmm?"

He held her hand and walked to the opposite seat, where they satdown. Camille was truly afraid, so she instinctively held onto his arm,wanting to stick herself to him entirely.

Ayan felt gratified by this. It felt good to be needed by her.

A faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, out of Camille's sight.It wasn't too deep, but it was clear enough for anyone to see.

The two of them sat quietly without saying much until they reached thetop of the Ferris wheel. Ayan then took her hand and returned to theiroriginal spot. Camille closed her eyes, afraid to look down. Ayanwhispered soothingly, “You don't have to be afraid with me here, okay?""The view here is beautiful. You will like it."

Encouraged by Ayan, Camille finally opened her eyes and took aglance. It was indeed beautiful, offering a panoramic view of the wholeCity.

However, it was undeniably high, and it took about half an hour to reachthe top.

At this moment, the Ferris wheel paused at the center to allow thevisitors to take photos. However, neither Camille nor Ayan cared aboutthat. They weren't seeking such things.

At least Camille believed that, but she didn't expect that Ayan wouldtake out his phone and say, "Let's take a picture t00."

He opened the camera, aligning it to capture both Camille and himself.He gently embraced Camille's shoulder, and their faces were close andaffectionate in the frame. Their cheeks showed obvious smiles. Theimage was frozen in time.

Ayan immediately set it as his phone wallpaper. Camille noticed hisactions and playfully teased him, "If I don't agree to remarry you, won'tyou be at a loss?"

Ayan's brows instantly furrowed, and his expression became serious.He looked at Camille and said, “I don't like joking about this."

He seemed genuinely serious, his tone firm and clear. His eyes stareddirectly at Camille, as if they could see through her.

Camille immediately felt guilty and tightly pressed her lips together. Shespoke softly, "I..."