My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 875: Tactful

Chapter 875: Tactful

Camille furrowed her brows, her expression becoming cool and distant.She turned to Ayan, her voice somewhat cold, and asked, "Do youreally think that's what I'm thinking?"

Ayan met her gaze, and in their eyes, there was something unspoken,a mixture of excitement and complexity.

His brow tightened, his voice low and hoarse, "You don't want to seeme, do you?"

Camille's face turned cold and rigid, her voice distant, “Then why am Ieven here?"

Camille didn't quite understand why he was putting all the blame on herwhen he was the one who had changed.

She didn't want to explain too much because she didn't even knowwhat to say.

The atmosphere became heavy, and the two fell into a momentarysilence without exchanging a word.

Ayan thought Camille didn't want to see him, which was why she hadbeen so cold lately. But Camille, on the other hand, thought that Ayandidn't want to remarry her, despite her efforts to reconcile. Did he reallyfeel that achieving it was not worth the effort?

These thoughts spread through Camille's mind, making her feelincreasingly confused these days.

The topic between the two did not continue because Kian came in afterfinishing the hospital discharge procedures.

There was nothing serious with Ayan; he just needed to take hismedicine on time and pay attention to his diet.

After leaving the hospital, since Camille had driven herself there, shedidn't need Ayan to drop her off, so they parted ways in the parking lot.He went to the company, she went to the museum.

The words hidden in their hearts had no chance to be spoken orquestioned.

Their relationship seemed to be getting more tense, and they went anentire day without any contact.

However, Camille had contacted Kian, asking him to remind Ayan to eatand take his medicine on time. Other than that, there was no furthercommunication.

And so it continued until the evening, when Camille returned home, andAyan was already there.

Though their relationship was strained, they still lived together andshared a bed. But there was no communication throughout.

This situation was not good, as the silent treatment hurt theirrelationship more than any big argument. But both of them wereunwilling to take the initiative or back down.

Camille didn't want to return to the bedroom, so she stayed busy in thestudy. The company had recently taken on a project, and Yessica wasuncertain about some ideas. Camille helped by providing suggestionsand advice she thought were good.

So she remained busy in the study and lost track of time. Moreover,she wasn't even tired, which was probably due to the fact that she feltthis way whenever she had a disagreement with him.

But when she was focusing on editing the graphics, the door to thestudy suddenly opened.

Ayan walked in with large strides, his expression looking grim. He wentstraight to her, lifting her up from the chair without saying a word, andcarried her to the bedroom.

Camille looked at him with an annoyed expression and asked, "Whatare you doing?"

Ayan replied, "It's getting late; I want to sleep.”

Camille looked at his profile, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, andasked, "Then you can go to sleep, and can I disturb you by staying inthe study room?"

“You not lying beside me is already a disturbance," he said matter-of-factly, without any hint of tactfulness.

If it weren't for the fact that she understood the meaning behind everyword, she might have actually thought it was her fault.

Camille glared at him, puzzled and confused. Without giving her achance to recover, he placed her on the bed and leaned over, kissingher passionately.

Camille felt dizzy after the kiss and didn't say anything else beforefalling asleep.

Both of them slept soundly that night and woke up to a bright morning.When Camille woke up, Ayan was no longer by her side. However, heleft her a note: "I've gone to the company. Breakfast is warming up onthe stove for you; remember to eat. I'll come to pick you up for dinnertonight.”

Next to the note, he had even drawn a heart, something quiteunimaginable coming from Ayan.

Camille looked at the note, a faint smile forming on her lips. She staredblankly at it for quite some time before putting it down and getting up tofreshen up.

She had breakfast and then went to the company. The weather wasnice today, and her mood seemed to have improved.

So, after work, she decided to drive to Simpson Group to replace him andhave lunch together. Since he had invited her for dinner, she decided tosurprise him by coming for lunch.

When she arrived at Simpson Group, she bumped into Kian at thelobby. Kian was escorting a client and seemed surprised to see her."Mrs. Simpson, what brings you here suddenly?"

Camille joked, "Is it inconvenient?"

“No, of course not. It's just a bit unexpected,” Kian replied in a lowvoice.

Camille had heard him clearly. She asked, "Why is it unexpected?"Kian hesitated for a few seconds before explaining, "Because we didn'tknow that you and Mr. Simpson had reconciled. But since you've comehere to replace him, I guess you must have made up. I think that Mr.Simpson will have an improved appetite for lunch.”

“Is it that obvious?" Camille asked without revealing too much emotion,although there were many ripples in her heart.

She had never thought Ayan would be the type to bring personalmatters into work. He had always given the impression of being able toseparate life and work.

Kian had noticed that he wasn't in a good mood lately, and it wasevident from his emotions that something was amiss between them.This indicated that Ayan must have shown his feelings at work.

After Camille asked, Kian nodded with exaggeration and whispered,"Mr. Simpson's mood has been really bad these past few days. Theentire Simpson Group's upper management knows about it, and theyare all on edge, fearing they might get scolded by Mr. Simpson.”Camille didn't say anything further, but she felt like something hadtouched her heart, giving her a feeling that she couldn't quite put intowords. Yet, she knew it was a somewhat pleasant sensation.

When they reached the floor where Ayan's office was located, Camillesuggested, "Kian, you can go ahead. I'll replace him myself."

Kian nodded, understanding that she wanted to surprise Ayan.

He was also a beneficiary of Camille and Ayan's reconciliation. Hewouldn't need to work cautiously anymore, fearing that he mightbecome a scapegoat.

Of course, Camille had no idea about Kian's thoughts. She simply didn'twant to bother him any further.

As she stood outside Ayan's office, she gently knocked on the doorbefore twisting the doorknob and entering.

Inside the office, Ayan was looking down at some documents on hisdesk. He didn't look up, so he didn't realize who had entered.

Camille didn't say anything and simply walked over to stand beside himquietly.

When he finally raised his head, his deep gaze met Camille's eyes. Hiseyes were so deep that it felt like immersing in sea, making peopleeasily get lost in them.

His face showed a gentle expression, and his eyes displayed a hint oftenderness. He asked softly, “Why did you suddenly come? Have youhad lunch?"

Camille shook her head. Though they hadn't fully resolved their issuethe previous night, they seemed to have reconciled.

Camille said, "I came to invite you to have lunch."

Ayan put down the pen in his hand, his voice gentle, "What do youwant to eat? Shall we order in or go out?"

"What's convenient for you?"

"Either option works for me."

"Then let's go out.”

"Sure."

And without hesitation, he stood up and held Camille's hand, leadingher out of the office. He even told Kian to postpone the afternoonmeeting by an hour.

Camille didn't know about his meeting, so she was worried and asked,"Will it affect your schedule? We can eat at the office if we're short ontime."

Ayan said, "No need. We'll eat outside. What does it matter if they haveto wait a little longer for the meeting?"

He spoke assertively, making it impossible to refuse.

After leaving Simpson Group, Ayan drove them to a Thai restaurant.The atmosphere was good, but an unwelcome guest appeared just asthe dishes were served.

It was Alicia, whom Camille had met once before. She took a seatbeside Ayan without asking, "Mind if I join you?"