My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 854: Invitation

Chapter 854: Invitation

Camille was taken aback by the question. She looked at Jordan, sizinghim up for a moment, and immediately responded, "Mr. Bailey, haveyou misunderstood? We haven't discussed or gossiped about you andthe Bailey family. After all, that's your private matter, and we wouldn'tcasually gossip about it."

Camille hurriedly explained, her tone a bit rushed, and her emotionsshowing a hint of excitement.

Jordan chuckled at her action and said, "Don’t worry, I'm not blaming orquestioning you. I just wanted to know if you have known about it."Camille blinked gently, not fully understanding the meaning behindJordan's words, so she didn't know how to respond.

Seeing Camille's silence, Jordan casually continued, "The Bailey familyis complicated, and anyone who is even remotely involved with mecould be seen as someone who helped me. They might becometargets. So when it comes to meeting my mother, let me arrange it. Idon't want to create trouble for you because of the favor you did forme."

This was Jordan's response after careful consideration. He was nolonger the peaceful Jordan of the past. The more people watched himand his mother on behalf of the Bailey family, the more he realized hecouldn't involve innocent people.

Jordan's frankness made Camille nod. She said, “I understand whatyou mean. Let's go with your suggestion then."

Camille wasn't afraid of trouble; it was just that both Rex and Ayan hadmentioned how complicated the Bailey family had been, andconsidering what she had been through before, she felt it was better toavoid unnecessary complications. She didn't want her family to beaffected.

During their conversation, they soon arrived at the hotel entrance.

Both of them stopped, and Camille turned to face Jordan. She politelysmiled and said, "Mr. Bailey, thank you for accompanying me back.Since we're at the hotel, there's no need for me to invite you up for tea.”“It's nothing, no need to be polite.” Jordan nodded gentlemanly, hisgaze towards Camille warm and gentle. He said, "Go ahead; I shouldbe going too.”

"Alright, goodbye!" Camille raised her hand and waved, then turnedand walked into the hotel.

Jordan watched Camille enter before taking out his phone and makinga call. Soon, a car arrived at the hotel entrance to pick him up.

Jordan sat in the passenger seat, and the driver kept his eyes fixed onthe opposite direction of the hotel entrance, not seeing anything excepta faint figure. It was impossible to make out anything.

Curious, the driver asked Jordan, "Who was that? Why did you leaveme behind and specially accompany her back, but only to stop at thehotel entrance? You really have a crush on her?"

Jordan glanced at him indifferently and said, “Don't speak nonsense.She's just a friend who helped me when my mother was in the hospital.She's already married, so don't speak recklessly, got it?"

"Married? That's a shame. You're the kind of person who keeps a greatdistance from women, and now you personally escorted a marriedwoman back. Tsk!"

"Your mouth is useless. After all, you never speak good words." Jordancoldly glanced at him, his mild face showing a hint of displeasure.

The man simply smiled in agreement and didn't say anything further.After Camille entered the hotel and Jordan left in the car, a group ofpeople standing near the café next to the hotel stopped in their tracksand didn't continue walking forward.

Ayan, dressed in a black suit, exuded an aloof aura, his faceexpressionless and calm, devoid of any unnecessary emotions. Sophia,on the other hand, stared at Ayan as if watching a play. She lightly said,"Ayan, do you also have a sense of crisis? He pursued Cami all theway to the hotel entrance. I wonder if Cami will be moved?”

Ayan's gaze turned cold as it shot towards Sophia, but she showed nofear. Instead, she smiled and casually said, "Don't be angry. I'm justtalking casually. Don't get angry, don't get angry. Maybe they justencounter each other by chance, who knows?"

"Are you that idle?" Ayan coldly questioned. He lifted his foot andwalked towards the hotel entrance, leaving only his aloof back forSophia.

Sophia had her secretary by her side, and the secretary whisperedsoftly, "Ms. Rapace, Mr. Simpson will be angry if you speak like that."Sophia just snorted and showed a spoiled expression. "He should tastea bit of bitterness too."

After all, she had pursued him for many years without getting anyresults. Although she knew it wasn't anyone's fault, as emotionscouldn't be forced, she couldn't miss the opportunity to taunt Ayanwhen it presented itself.

Hmph.

Sophia couldn't keep up with Ayan's pace and only said to the peoplebehind her, "For now, let's leave it at that. Everyone should return to thecompany. We'll notify everyone of the afternoon arrangements throughthe group chat. Let's give it our all at tomorrow's opening ceremony.”After saying that, Sophia left with her secretary.

Ayan returned to the hotel lobby, with Kian walking quickly behind him.Kian whispered, "Mr. Simpson, should I investigate why Jordan camehere?"

Ayan had no expression on his face as he replied, "No need. Whywould you investigate him?"

"His relationship with Mrs. Simpson?"

Kian hesitated to speak.

Ayan simply said, "No need. There's nothing between them. Don'tinvestigate. In the afternoon, go to the opening ceremony site andsupervise everything. Make sure there are no mistakes, understood?"Kian nodded in response. He then handed the documents to Ayan andleft the hotel.

Ayan took the elevator back to his room floor. He walked slowly,stopping for several seconds before raising his hand to knock.

The door was quickly opened, and Camille had just returned a shortwhile ago. She hadn't even changed her clothes yet. She looked atAyan and casually asked, "Are you done with your work?"

Ayan's deep voice responded with a grunt. He glanced at Camille andthe milk tea on the coffee table behind her, and he asked, "Did you goout?"

"Yeah, I took a walk outside and almost got lost." Camille took a sip ofher bubble milk tea she had opened, then handed it to Ayan. "Try it."Ayan took it from her without drinking it, as he didn't like overly sweetthings. His deep gaze remained fixed on Camille, and he asked,"Where did you get lost? Why didn't you call me?"

"I walked straight from the hotel and went to a nearby mall entrance tobuy milk tea. Then I got a bit confused with the directions. I thought youwere in a meeting, so I didn't want to bother you and just used thenavigation directly.”

"You came back on your own?"

"I was originally planning to come back on my own, but I ran intoJordan unexpectedly. He's familiar with here, so he walked with me andbrought me back to the hotel.”

Camille casually mentioned the situation with the different entrances ofthe hotel that Jordan had mentioned. Her response was calm and shedidn't hide anything from Ayan.

After she finished speaking, Ayan remained silent for a long time, juststaring at her without blinking.

Camille tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Next time you get lost, call me right away. Don't botherothers."

"Okay, I understand.”

Seeing her obedient appearance, the gloom and displeasure in Ayan'sheart dissipated.

He certainly wouldn't tell Camille how bitter he felt just now, especiallywhen he saw the two of them standing at the hotel entrance with smileson their faces. It was difficult for him to feel happy in that situation.

So every word he said just now was filled with probing.

He put down the milk tea and changed the topic directly, "Let's go outfor dinner later.”

"Okay."

However, they didn't end up having that meal only themselves becauseSophia had made a reservation and invited Dan as well. Dan had justreturned to Dane City to handle other matters for the Tucker Group, asthe project with Mr. and Mrs. Bell was nearing completion.

Knowing that Camille and Ayan were also here, Sophia naturallywanted to invite both of them to dinner.

Dan had a relatively good relationship with Camille because, apart fromthe project, he had also provided her with assistance on the companyaffairs.

So Dan personally called Ayan to extend the invitation. Ayan didn'timmediately respond and instinctively looked at Camille by his side. Heheard Dan's low voice in his ear, "Mr. Simpson, you wouldn't refuse myinvitation, right?"