My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 858: Lack

Chapter 858: Lack

Kian was the first to react and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, I'll take themout first and wait for you at the hotel entrance."

Ayan didn't say anything, which meant he agreed. So Kian immediatelywaved his hand, signaling the others to leave in a hurry. Lingering anylonger wouldn't be as simple as it seemed.

Once the sound of the door closing was heard, Ayan stood up from hischair and walked towards the bedroom.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door before entering directly.Camille was lying in bed, wrapping herself tightly with the blanket,which made him involuntarily curl his lips, revealing a shallow smile.He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to pull theblanket, attempting to uncover the person inside. However, the personinside held onto it tightly and refused to let go.

Ayan's voice was gentle as he asked, "What are you doing? Why areyou hiding inside? Come out, or else you'll suffocate, hmm? Okay?"He inquired softly, each word exuding a tender warmth. However,Camille remained unyielding.

Ayan decided to simply wrap his arms around her, along with theblanket, and held her in his embrace. His voice grew hoarse as heasked, "What's the matter?"

Only then did Camille show her round head, her brows furrowed indispleasure, as she asked, "Why didn't you tell me that there were somany people here? I must have looked... I embarrassed you, didn't 1?"After all, he was Ayan, the esteemed CEO of Simpson Group. Kian wasone thing, but if the other people found out that Ayan's wife was such adisheveled person, it wouldn't sound good, would it?

She pursed her lips slightly, replaceing it increasingly difficult to talk aboutit.

But Ayan didn't care at all. He said, "You don't need to care aboutanyone's gaze. As long as you're fine in my eyes, who cares whatothers think, hmm?"

"But..."

“No “buts.’ Don't worry about it. If you really feel uncomfortable, I canbribe each of them or dig up their personal information to threaten themand force them to forget what just happened, hmm?"

Camille gave him a speechless look. There was no need for suchactions.

Seeing her silent response, Ayan smiled and then casually remindedher, "Will you accompany me to the opening ceremony later? After itends, we have to return to Hance in the afternoon, okay?"

Camille nodded. After being away for several days, she truly missedHance.

When one stayed in a place for a long time, they would long for theirfamiliar city when going somewhere else.

As for accompanying him to the opening ceremony, Camille hesitatedand asked, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go to the openingceremony? This is your cooperation with Rapace Group, it's work.Would it be okay for me to attend?"

"Of course it's okay. Who would dare to have any objections?"

"Not openly, but what about behind the scenes?"

"Why bother about what others think? You only need to consider myopinion, right?" He smiled, teasingly. He put her back on the bed,uncovered her face from the blanket, tidied her hair, and thenwhispered, "After we return to Hance, you promised to make me yourreal husband. It's perfectly appropriate for you to accompany me to thisopening ceremony because, in the future, as Mrs. Simpson, you'll haveto accompany me to such events, right?"

Ayan's words were traps, leading Camille step by step, but she didn'trealize the flaws in his words. She simply fell into them and remainedsilent for a brief moment before accepting.

An hour later, the two of them left the hotel.

Camille didn't make any deliberate effort to dress up. She simplyapplied light makeup and wore a light-colored dress she had broughtfrom Hance. Her appearance already leaned towards the cool andelegant type, and with today's outfit and makeup, she looked evenmore beautiful and graceful.

Hand in hand, they walked out of the hotel lobby, naturally drawing theattention of many onlookers.

Kian drove them to the opening ceremony venue. After a journey ofnearly half an hour, they arrived. The venue was already surrounded bynumerous bodyguards, and there was also police support.

Under the escort of the bodyguards, Ayan and Camille entered thevenue. Sophia and the cooperation partners for this project had alreadyarrived.

Upon seeing Ayan, everyone immediately greeted him with smiles,saying, "Mr. Simpson!"

Ayan nodded with a gentle expression and then introduced everyoneintentionally, "This is my wife, Camille.”

Everyone naturally understood Ayan's intention. After all, being able tobring his wife to such an occasion indicated that he highly valued her. Italso informed everyone that his work allowed his wife's involvement.Camille's position in his heart instantly became clear. Many people whowanted to curry favor with Ayan were already planning to have theirwives establish a good relationship with Camille. After all, for one, thewords of people who are close to him are influential, especiallyconsidering Ayan's attitude towards Camille. As long as they pleasedCamille, Ayan would certainly treat them well.

However, whether this plan would work or not remained an unknownvariable.

Ten minutes later, the opening ceremony officially began.

After the host's introduction, it was time for the representatives of theproject: Ayan, the President of Simpson Group, and Sophia, theGeneral Manager of Rapace Group, along with other partners, to comeon stage for the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

After cutting the ribbon, Ayan passed the speech that originallybelonged to him to Sophia. Since he wouldn't be staying in Dane Cityall the time, this project often required Sophia's presence to handlematters. It was necessary to establish her authority from the beginningso that the project could stand firm, and no one would dare challengeher decisions and style of work.

Sophia understood Ayan's plan very well, but she still looked at him andsaid, "Ayan, you know how to avoid trouble. I'll go up and give thespeech. You owe me a favor. Next time I need help, you have to stepup.”

Ayan had no intention of responding. He just glanced at herindifferently, as if his gaze was saying that she had quite an optimisticthought...

Pretending not to notice, Sophia continued, “If you don't speak, I'll takeit as your agreement.”

Without waiting for Ayan's response, she turned around andimmediately went up on stage.

The opening ceremony lasted for nearly two hours. After it ended,everyone moved to the lunch gathering, which took place at the DaneCity Hotel across the street from where Camille and Ayan were staying.Besides the meal, there was also a daytime reception.

This project received a lot of attention in Dane, and the media was alsopromoting it extensively. The project had the potential to become alandmark building in Dane in the future, so its popularity couldn't beunderestimated. The people attending the reception were influentialfigures in Dane's high society.

Introduced by Sophia, Ayan met many respected individuals in Dane.During this time, Camille naturally didn't accompany him. Instead, shechose to rest in the lounge area for a while.

Dan approached her with a glass of juice in hand. He handed it toCamille and sat in the vacant seat opposite her, asking, “Why are youstaying here alone? Don't you want to accompany Mr. Simpson tosocialize with others?"

Camille shook her head, saying, “I'm not interested in these things.Talking to people is exhausting. Perhaps that's one of the main reasonswhy I'm not suited for managing a company.”

Before, it had always been Preston who handled the externalconnections of their business. Only when she had to step up herself didshe realize how challenging it truly was.

So she wasn't too keen on being in the spotlight, as she lackedexperience in that area. She admired Sophia for her ease andexcellence in such situations.

Camille and Dan both glanced at Sophia and Ayan among the crowd.Dan smiled, faintly, in response to her words and said, "But with yourabilities, you don't need to socialize."

Camille furrowed her brows slightly and looked at Dan, asking, "I won'tbuy it. Which one of them isn't more capable than me?"

"That's different.”

"How is it different?"

“They are capitalists, and you are an artist. They are completely in adifferent league. So how can you guys be compared?" Dan smiledlightly.