My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 862: Heartache

Chapter 862: Heartache

Camille smiled faintly, looking at everyone. Her expression seemedserious, as if she was contemplating something. Her voice followedslowly, “I'm on the same page as all of you."

Summer rested her chin on her hand and continued, "So you also thinkMr. Evans is a bit more gentle, right?"

"Mhmm."

"What about Mr. Simpson? Compared to Mr. Simpson?"

“There's no comparison between them. I don't think they can becompared.” Camille explained seriously.

Summer immediately nodded, "Seems like it. After all, one is a husbandand lover, while the other is like a friend and leader. My bad."

“It's fine." Camille shook her head, but added, "If you want tocompliment Mr. Evans, it might be better to do it in front of him nexttime. Who knows, he might treat you to a meal!"

"Do you think so too? Did you hear that? I told you Camille wouldagree. She wouldn't think we're just trying to butter up the boss for freefood!"

Summer happily nodded. They had discussed this topic privately duringCamille's rest days. They wanted to tease Jenson a little to get him totreat them to a meal. But they were afraid Camille would think theywere just taking advantage of free food. They couldn't act behindCamille's back since they were all working for the same project. Eventhough Camille was Ayan's wife, they genuinely enjoyed spending timewith her.

Hearing everyone's explanation, Camille couldn't help but laugh.

She said, "In the future, you can just ask me directly. Otherwise, theremight be misunderstandings, right?"

They chatted and joked with each other, and time passed quickly.

As it was almost time to leave work, Ayan called.

Others couldn't help but joke, "Mr. Simpson can't wait to seeCamille.He's calling right on time. They don't seem like a couple with a child;they're acting like a couple madly in love."

Camille just smiled. "Maybe he just wants to tell me he won't be able tohave dinner with me tonight?"

Camille got up from her office and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Are you ready to leave work?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

“I'm downstairs. As soon as we're done, come down, and we'll go to theairport.” Ayan said casually.

Camille was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled. She asked, "Why arewe going to the airport?"

"Grandpa and the others are coming back with Timmy. We're going topick them up."

"Really?" Camille's eyes instantly widened, revealing her surprise andobvious excitement.

Ayan also felt her joy and said, "Yes, so you're happy now?"

"Yes, of course. Aren't you happy?"

“I'm not that happy.”

"Why?"

"Timmy's back, and all your attention is on him. Will you have any leftfor me?" Ayan sarcastically asked, and even through the phone,Camille could feel his jealousy and displeasure.

Camille had already witnessed Ayan's jealousy, even over their ownchild, so there was nothing much to say. She let out a light sigh andcalmly said, “You can be jealous, but you can't act like this in front ofTimmy. Otherwise, it will hurt his feelings. And I won't let it go."

But Ayan didn't agree. He squinted his eyes, his voice low and hoarse,"He's a boy, and a boy should have a strong heart. He shouldn't gethurt over trivial matters. We can't protect him forever, right? He willhave to protect his own wife and children in the future!"

"But he's still a child now.”

"We have to start from a young age."

"Ayan, you've gone too far. I don't want to listen to you anymore. Sojust shut up.”

Camille interrupted Ayan, her tone filled with annoyance anddispleasure. She really didn't want to continue this conversation withhim.

Although children should be raised to be independent and have astronger mindset, Timmy was still an under two-year-old child. Was itnecessary for him to be like this?

So she abruptly ended the call, completely ignoring Ayan.

But her emotions calmed down in just half a minute. She stood in thecorridor, holding her phone, and her expression seemed somewhatstiff. She whispered to herself softly, "Am I overreacting a bit?"

Ayan was doing it for Timmy's good. It was normal for Camille to feelconcerned as a mother, so neither of them was really at fault, right?Camille blinked gently, took a silent breath, and then turned back to themeeting room.

It was already time to leave work. Camille had been on a few days’break, and she needed to upload all the graphics from today to theproject email for archiving. So, everyone else had left, and she was theonly one left.

Almost half an hour later, she finished archiving the files and thengrabbed her bag and took the elevator downstairs.

As she emerged from the museum's side entrance, she immediatelysaw Ayan standing by the car. He leaned against the passenger sidedoor, arms crossed in front of his chest, calmly gazing forward.

Their eyes met, and he maintained that posture, waiting for her toapproach.

When Camille reached him, he finally looked down at her, his eyebrowsslightly furrowed. He asked, "Did you hang up on my call just now?"His tone carried no emotions, and his eyes remained fixed on her thewhole time.

Camille was slightly taken aback and calmly replied, "No, it just gotdisconnected because of low battery."

"Really?"

"Of course.”

Ayan chuckled lightly and then took her hand, leading her into the car.After closing her door, he went around the front of the car and got intothe driver's seat.

Ayan drove a business car because they were going to pick upFletcher, Talia, the old Simpson, and Timmy. A small car wouldn't beable to fit so many people.

After getting in the car, they set off for the airport.

Camille, sitting in the passenger seat, took the initiative to ask him,"Why didn't Mom tell me they were coming back and instead told you?""Because she wanted to surprise you, or maybe she didn't want you togo through the trouble of picking them up. By telling me, she simplywanted me, as the driver, to pick them up. Otherwise, do you think theylove me more?"

Ayan laughed self-deprecatingly. He knew his position in the Simpsonfamily.

His tone was somewhat amusing, and Camille's lips curved upnoticeably. She said, "It's best if you think that way. I'm just worried thatyou're so self-centered, thinking Mom loves you more, so she told youand not me. In that case, please fulfill your role as our chauffeur, Ayan!"After Camille's words, Ayan burst into laughter. A tender look filled hiseyes as he lightly held her cheek with one hand and said in a gentlevoice, "So you don't feel sorry for me at all?"

“No, because I'm happy. After all, who made Mom love me more?"Camille raised an eyebrow and looked at Ayan, clearly showing off hersatisfaction.

Ayan glanced at the condition of the car in the rearview mirror, thensqueezed her cheeks with a little force, gently rubbing them. He smiledand said, "Are you intentionally making me jealous?"

"Well, yes, I want you to be jealous. But you must also be envious." Hertone carried a slight command.

He chuckled, "So bossy?"

"Yes, so will you promise?" Camille's tone involuntarily softened,sounding a bit coquettish. The man driving the car felt a slight tremor inhis throat, and his gaze became even more profound. He asked in alow voice, "Do you think I dare not promise?"