My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 874: Drunk

Chapter 874: Drunk

The empty room was unusually quiet. Camille sat on the sofa, lookingat everything in the room that remained unchanged, but she felt aninexplicable emptiness inside.

She didn't have to wait long and prepared to rest after washing up.Her phone rang at that moment.

It was Kian calling.

On the other end of the line, Kian said, "Mrs. Simpson, are youavailable now? Can you come over? Mr. Simpson drank and is feelingunwell. He just arrived at the emergency room. Can you come?"Camille immediately sat up, and her voice showed concern as sheasked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's feeling uncomfortable in his stomach after drinking. The situationisn't very good. Mrs. Simpson, can you drive over here yourself?""Yes, I'm coming now.” Camille's concern spread through her heart, andher face darkened.

She changed her clothes without even drying her hair and immediatelyrushed out.

She arrived at the hospital, and Kian was at the payment counter in thelobby. He saw Camille as soon as she entered.

Camille asked, "How is he now? What did the doctor say?"

“The doctor is conducting tests, and they've already expedited the CTscan. The initial diagnosis is that Mr. Simpson experienced stomachcramps due to drinking and not having regular meals recently. But we'llhave to wait for the results for more details.” Kian explained in a lowvoice. He also mentioned that Ayan was reluctant to come to thehospital at first, but the pain became severe, and Kian took the initiativeto bring him here.

Ayan had a business dinner tonight, and Mr. and Mrs. Bell returned, sothey all had dinner together and had a few more drinks, which led tothis situation.

But Kian knew that the problem wasn't solely caused by the alcohol;Ayan's mood had not been good lately. So he carefully asked, "Mrs.Simpson, did you have a fight or some conflict with Mr. Simpson?"Camille looked at Kian, and she didn't give an immediate answer. Kianhurriedly explained, "Mrs. Simpson, I'm not questioning you. I justwanted to say that Mr. Simpson has been in a bad mood these days,always working and not eating on time. Sometimes, he just eats a littleto fill his stomach. He doesn't look too good, so..."

Kian wasn't talkative, but he knew a lot about Ayan and Camille'ssituation. Although he was an employee, he still wished for the boss'swell-being, as the boss being well meant Kian would be well too.

After Kian finished speaking, Camille also nodded. She didn't sayanything, but her heart was in turmoil.

After a while, Ayan finally finished his examination.

Since it was expedited, the results were quickly available to the doctor.It wasn't a serious problem, but it required extra attention, as there wasa risk of stomach perforation.

Ayan had been drinking, and although he took hangover medicine, hefell asleep now. He needed to be observed at the hospital overnight.

It was already late at night, and Camille said to Kian, "Kian, thank you.You should go and rest now!"

Kian replied, "Mrs. Simpson, I'll stay. You go and rest. Tomorrowmorning, you can come and pick up Mr. Simpson when he'sdischarged."

"It's okay. I'm fine staying here."

"Mrs. Simpson, if you stay, Mr. Simpson won't be at ease when hewakes up. I'll stay, and I'll have the driver come to take you back to rest.Tomorrow morning, you can bring breakfast and pick up Mr. Simpson togo home."

Kian insisted because it was already late at night, and leaving Camillealone at the hospital overnight wasn't a good idea.

If Ayan found out, he probably wouldn't be pleased.

In the end, Camille returned to Maple Leaves Mansion, and Kianstayed to watch over Ayan.

When Ayan woke up in the early morning and saw Kian sleeping by thebed, his face turned icy, and his deep eyes seemed as dark as ink.

He sat up from the bed, and the sun was already rising. He took themedicine, and his stomach wasn't as painful as last night, but there wasstill a slight ache.

Just as he was about to get off the bed, Kian woke up beside him.Kian quickly got up and handed Ayan his shoes. He asked in a lowvoice, “Mr. Simpson, are you feeling okay?"

Ayan gave a hoarse "yeah" and then asked calmly, "Have you beenhere since last night?"

Kian nodded lightly, "Yeah."

Ayan's face became even more somber.

He put on his shoes and clothes, squinting his eyes. His voice didn'tshow any emotion as he said, "Back to the company.”

Kian hesitated for a moment and quickly said, "Mr. Simpson, just wait alittle longer. The doctor will arrange other examinations for you later,and Mrs. Simpson probably will be here soon too. It's not the right timefor you to leave now, and if Mrs. Simpson comes..."

"Did she tell you she's coming?" he interrupted Kian, his toneindifferent.

Shaking his head gently, Kian whispered, "Last night, as soon as youarrived at the hospital, I contacted Mrs. Simpson right away. Sherushed over to wait for you to finish the examination. Originally, Mrs.Simpson wanted to stay here, but I insisted that she should go back torest. After all, you wouldn't want her to stay overnight, right?"

Kian had a vague idea that Ayan might be upset because he didn't seeCamille, so he didn't dare to delay and quickly said everything heneeded to. Otherwise, Ayan might just kill him.

After Kian spoke, he noticed that Ayan's expression had eased slightly,and the deep gaze was no longer as dark as before.

However, Ayan remained silent, without saying anything unnecessary.He didn't bring up the idea of returning to the Simpson Groupimmediately, and Kian knew better than to ask further. He quietly waitedin the hospital room for Camille to arrive.

Camille arrived after half-past seven in the evening, carrying a thermosof freshly cooked pumpkin millet porridge — gentle on the stomach.

As she entered the hospital room, she saw Ayan already sitting on thecouch with his eyes closed. Kian greeted Camille as soon as he sawher, "Mrs. Simpson.”

Camille nodded gently in response and said, "Kian, go wash up. I gotbreakfast for you too."

Kian glanced at Ayan and quickly thanked Camille, "Thank you, Mrs.Simpson."

Camille smiled warmly, "You're welcome. You've worked hard stayinghere all night.”

Camille opened the thermos and poured some porridge into a bowl,which she then pushed gently toward Ayan. "Have some food to sootheyour stomach. You'll need to take medicine later."

Although Ayan had his eyes closed, Camille knew he wasn't asleep.However, when she spoke, he didn't immediately react or open hiseyes.

The atmosphere became unusually quiet.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Camille reached out and gentlynudged Ayan's arm. Her voice was soft and low, "Are you sleeping?"She sat down beside Ayan, not too close, but not too far either. Theycould both feel each other's breath.

Ayan's eyes opened in response to Camille's words, and their gazesmet. Camille was the first to look away, retracting her hand. "Havesome porridge. You can't eat anything else right now, just somethinglight.”

She turned away, sitting upright, and took a deep breath, choosing notto say anything more.

Ayan remained silent, but he reached out and started eating theporridge that Camille had prepared for him.

Kian had been gone for quite some time since he left with thebreakfast. He was probably handling the discharge procedures. Thus,the hospital room was filled with the presence of only Camille andAyan.

After finishing breakfast, Ayan closed the thermos. He wore a slightlyheavy expression, and with furrowed brows, he seemed to bestruggling with something to say. After hesitating for a moment, hefinally spoke in a deep voice, "Are you... not willing to come? And, notwilling to see me much either?"

Camille pursed her lips together, her hands lightly clasped together.She gazed ahead, looking out of the window, her emotions seeminglycalm but complex underneath.

She replied softly, "Not like that."

"Really? But from the way you look, it's obvious that you don't want tosay much to me. Am I mistaken?" Ayan's tone carried a self-mockingsmile.