My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 893: Coaxing

Chapter 893: Coaxing

Ayan's tone was indifferent, "No need to rush. Keep the video for nowand let's talk after tonight. Preston won't take any action right now. He'snot in Hance, and just a secretary alone can't handle this matter.Besides, his mood is probably not good. After all, he's dealing with sucha frustrating situation while having two women around him. How can hebe in a good mood?"

Although Ayan implied that Preston was in a bad situation, he didn'tmock him. Ayan didn't bother with such petty actions and reactions.Because he knew very well that Preston's current situation was onlytemporary. Preston had done so much planning to deal with him andthe Simpson family; he wouldn't be defeated so easily.

After finishing the call with Kian, Ayan switched his phone to silentmode.

If he continued to be busy with work, Camille, sitting on the sofa, wouldprobably get ready to leave.

He put down the phone, walked to the sofa, and sat down. He took theinitiative to pick up the glass of water from the coffee table and handedit to Camille's lips, "Are you bored?"

Camille shook her head, "Not really."

Camille came to the company with Ayan in the morning. Because ofSean's confession, Louise's case once again became a hot topic,attracting many gossip reporters and media to the museum. Aftercareful consideration, Jenson decided to take the morning off and waituntil the afternoon when the heat of this issue subsided beforereturning to work.

So Camille came to the company with Ayan. He had been busy andthen had a phone call with Kian, but she was fine on her own; it wasn'ttoo boring.

As an architect, having good patience was the most basic requirement.If she couldn't even handle this, then the days of drawing boring draftswould be too hard to bear.

Camille looked at Ayan and asked, "What did Kian say?"

Ayan truthfully informed her. Camille was curious and asked, "Did Seancontact you willingly?"

Ayan shook his head in denial, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.He said, "After Austin's incident, Sean lost his reliance. If Prestonwanted to replace him at this time, it would be easy. So why would I letPreston have his way? I know that Louise's death has nothing to dowith Sean. If I let Sean take the blame, it would be unfair to him, right?"Ayan was open with Camille about this matter because he trusted herand wanted to be honest with her.

This made Camille smile. She asked, "You're telling me so much. Aren'tyou afraid I'll betray you?"

Ayan also smiled. His eyes narrowed into a clear arc, and he said,"Would you betray me?"

She didn't respond but continued to smile at him.

He said, "If you really betray me, then so be it. But I know you won't."He trusted her, and she was delighted to hear that.

Camille didn't reply to his words directly but asked instead, "RegardingLouise's case, why do you think Preston did this?"

Camille still couldn't figure it out. If it was indeed Preston who did it,then perhaps only Preston knew what really happened back then.Similarly, that was what Ayan was thinking as well.

When Camille mentioned Preston's call to her, Ayan didn't respond.Curious, Camille stared at him. "Why aren't you saying anything?"Ayan met her gaze and asked, "What do you think I should say?"Camille was a little puzzled. "I didn't think you should say anything. Ijust thought that after I said something, you should respond. Or do youdislike what I said, so you don't want to respond? If that's the case, youshould let me know, and I won't say such things again in the future.”Ayan said, "I didn't mean that. I was wondering about the purpose ofPreston's call to you."

Camille furrowed her brows and looked at him questioningly. “Probablyto share some good news? About Molly's pregnancy, perhaps?"

Ayan denied, "Molly's pregnancy probably isn't that important to him.When did he call you?"

Camille replied, “The night when I couldn't reach you. It wasn't too late.”Camille casually opened her call log and handed it to him.

After glancing at the time, Ayan's deep gaze narrowed slightly, and hischeeks were covered with a layer of coldness. He said indifferently, "Asexpected.”

"As expected of what?"

"Did he ask you anything?" Ayan didn't directly answer but counteredwith a question. The coldness on his face intensified. When he noticedCamille shaking her head, he continued, "After Cora escaped, sheprobably contacted him, and I suspect he called you to inquire aboutme."

"But he didn't mention anything about you." Camille answered briefly.He just said that it was Ayan who made her unwilling to contact him andavoid too much interaction with him. She didn't want to have too muchcontact or conversation with Preston because she didn't want to bebothered.

Ayan had heard these words before. Listening to them again didn'tchange his mood, except that he felt a little annoyed. So he let it passwithout mentioning it again.

Ayan let out a soft sigh and slowly said, "You answered his call at thistime, which means I wasn't home. So, whatever he wants to replace outfrom you, I don't know. But I'm sure it has something to do with Cora."Ayan wasn't a mind reader, so he couldn't accurately guess whatPreston was thinking. However, he was sure that Preston wouldn't dosomething without a reason. If he just wanted to contact Camille, hecould have chosen a daytime call instead of calling her so late.

That didn't fit Preston's style.

Facing Ayan's response, Camille was puzzled. "What's the significanceof Preston calling me about Cora?"

"Maybe he is trying to team up with Cora to get back at me?"

Ayan replied indifferently.

Camille furrowed her brows and asked, "Does Cora have somethingagainst you or Simpson Group in her hands? Some leverage?"

“It's not leverage, just some old stories. So promise me, no matter whatPreston or Cora tells you, don't believe or trust them. Trust only me.Can you do that?" Ayan's expression was slightly serious, and helooked directly at Camille, speaking earnestly.

His seriousness made Camille also furrow her brows, and herexpression became solemn. She stared at Ayan and asked softly,"Ayan, what do you want me to promise you? To promise that I will trustonly you no matter the circumstances? But what if I promise you withmy mouth, but my heart doesn't really agree? Wouldn't you not know?"Camille's words received no response from Ayan. His deep gazeremained fixed on her, and the pressure felt intangible but impossible toignore. This pressure made Camille feel uneasy and start to haverandom thoughts.

Camille tightly furrowed her brows, and her expression became heavy.She stared back at Ayan, and her voice was very soft as she asked,"Ayan, what's wrong with you?"

"Cami, answer me."

His handsome face showed firmness, and his gaze focused on Camille,giving her an indescribable sense of pressure. This pressure made herfeel uneasy and confused.

Camille wrinkled her brows tightly. Her expression was serious as shestared at Ayan and asked, "Ayan, what do you want me to promiseyou? To promise that I'll only believe in you no matter what happens?But how can I promise that if you keep things from me? If you want meto trust you, then make me feel secure. Without trust issues, I wouldn'thesitate to believe you. Don't you think so?"

Ayan didn't respond to Camille's words, but the seriousness on his faceremained.

The two of them gazed at each other like this for almost half a minutebefore Ayan finally said in a emotionless tone, "So, you won't evenpromise to coax me?"