My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 894: Regret

Chapter 894: Regret

In the end, Camille didn't answer the question because a knock on theoffice door interrupted their conversation after Ayan asked.

Camille didn't want to continue the topic either. She reminded Ayancalmly, "You should focus on your work. If there's anything urgent, itwouldn't be good to delay it."

Ayan remained silent, his deep gaze still fixed on Camille until theknock on the door came again. He stood up from the sofa, walked backto his desk, and replied in a low and cold tone, "Come in."

The assistant entered the office with some documents for Ayan to sign.He sensed that something was off in the office atmosphere and felt achill down his spine.

Was the air conditioning too cold?

All he wanted now was to get Ayan to sign the documents and leavethe office as soon as possible, or he might freeze to death.

Ayan continued to work, and Camille sat on the sofa, looking at herphone.

The two of them spent the entire morning without much interaction.

At around half-past eleven, Ayan finished his work.

He looked up at Camille, who had closed her eyes and leaned againstthe back of the sofa. His eyebrows furrowed unconsciously as hewalked over to her.

He bent down and lifted her up from the sofa. Camille opened her eyesthe next second.

Looking at him, she asked, "Done with work?"

"Tired?" he inquired softly.

The two of them almost spoke at the same time, their voicesoverlapping.

Both pairs of eyes met, and he asked, "Feeling sleepy? Why don't yourest in the lounge for a while?"

“I'm not sleepy. I've just been looking at my phone for too long andwanted to rest my eyes. So, can you put me down now?" Camilleshifted uneasily. If someone walked in and saw them like this, it wouldbe awkward. She just wanted to get down quickly since they were inthe office.

After all, it was the office.

However, Ayan didn't seem to have the same notion. He showed noconcern about being seen and said, "I don't care if anyone will see it."Camille felt he was still holding a grudge about their conversationearlier, so she changed the topic directly. “I'm hungry. Can we go eatnow?"

"Sure."

Ayan nodded and put her down before holding her hand and leavingthe office.

He took Camille to a Cantonese restaurant near Simpson Group. Asthey arrived at the restaurant's parking lot, Ayan noticed somethingamiss.

Furrowing his brows, he glanced through the rearview mirror and saw avan parked nearby with someone inside, showing no intention to leave.Camille had already unfastened her seatbelt and was about to get outof the car when she noticed that Ayan hadn't made any move. Sheasked, "Ayan, why aren't you getting out of the car?"

Ayan glanced indifferently at the rearview mirror, then nodded softly.Only then did he unfasten his seatbelt and get out of the car withCamille.

He didn't show any unusual behavior, calmly walking into the restaurantwith Camille.

He deliberately chose a table by the window, from where he could seewhere he had parked the car.

Camille noticed Ayan ws looking at somewhere and followed his gaze.However, before she could turn her head completely, Ayan's handpressed against hers.

He said, "Let's order. Stop looking around.”

Camille pouted in dissatisfaction, “Then what are you looking at?"“Looking at a beautiful girl," he replied, flashing a faint smile, a teasingglint in his eyes. However, he kept his peripheral vision focused on theparking lot.

Camille naturally didn't believe him; he wasn't that kind of person, andhe wouldn't bother doing such things.

Camille let out a soft hum and replied playfully, "If they are good-lookinggirls, why can't I look too? I also like admiring beautiful girls!"

“You want to look too? Aren't you jealous then?"

“I want to look, but I'm not jealous. All beautiful things are meant to beshared, right?"

"You are quite open-minded.” Ayan scoffed lightly, his tone showing ahint of displeasure.

The two playfully bickered as the dishes arrived. During the meal, Ayanreceived two phone calls and dealt with some work-related matters.Meanwhile, Camille chatted with Sienna about the incident with the"beautiful girl."

She asked Sienna, "Do you think he actually saw a beautiful girl, orwas he just trying to make me jealous?"

Sienna burst into laughter. “I suspect you're getting love-struck again.How come your IQ drops to zero when it comes to Mr. Simpson? Doyou really think Mr. Simpson has never seen a beautiful woman? Areyou looking down on my taste? In my eyes, you're the most beautiful,so why would he be interested in others?"

"Maybe he's tired of my looks?" Camille replied casually, glancing at theparking lot where Ayan still remained focused. She subconsciouslywanted to see it too, but Ayan stopped her again, not giving her anychance.

She tried several times, but he always stopped her, not giving her anyopportunity.

In the end, Camille decided not to continue and turned her attentionback to her phone. Sienna's chat box was still open, and sheresponded,“Come on, even if he is tired of you, he can still tell wholooks good, right? You should have some confidence in yourself. Mr.Simpson is pursuing you now, and you can totally open up your heart!""Fine, I'll trust you this time, given that you're good-looking." AfterCamille replied, Ayan finished answering his phone.

He put down the phone and served soup for Camille, his gaze gentle ashe stared at her. He asked, "Who were you chatting with?"

Camille locked her phone and took the soup from him, respondingnonchalantly, "A handsome guy."

Ayan couldn't help but chuckle. "How handsome? Should we looktogether?"

"No, I'm afraid you'd get upset if you see," Camille shook her head,took a few sips of the soup, and asked, "Ayan, won't it be dangerous forSean if you ask Kian to withdraw the protection?"

This was a topic they had discussed on the phone earlier. AlthoughSean had recorded the video and scheduled its release, he refused tolet the police withdraw their protection. In fact, he wanted Kian to bewith him at all times. Sean was extremely anxious and afraid, fearingthat Preston would harm him or send someone to kill him. Thus, helived in constant anguish.

However, having the police involved for too long wasn't appropriate.Not only did it waste police resources, but it also left no room forPreston to make a move. If Preston didn't take any action, Sean'scooperation would be relatively useless.

Ayan also took a deep breath without saying anything. His warm gazeremained fixed on Camille, and he replied, "He won't be unsafe. Even ifthe police withdraw, our people will protect him. The reason forwithdrawing the police was to give those involved in this matter achance to approach Sean. If we deny them that opportunity, wouldn'teverything we've done be in vain?"

Camille nodded slightly, not entirely understanding, but she didn'tinquire further. She simply said, "If this continues, it will probably endwithout resolution. The museum project is about to start, and if theycan't replace any useful information soon, I believe the museum will use itsconnections to end the matter. Once the project starts, they won'ttolerate any negative publicity. After all, it represents Hance to theoutside world."

In the face of a grand construction and reputation, a single life or aseemingly insignificant individual was rather inconsequential.Sometimes, it was like a person and an ant.

This world was indeed harsh and pragmatic. It wouldn't halt its progressjust because someone was no longer present, and it wouldn't stopentirely due to someone's departure.

Although Camille didn't like Louise, her departure still brought a tinge ofregret.

Even if one disliked someone, it didn't mean that person's life should betaken away. Disliking someone simply meant not wanting much contactwith them.

Camille sighed heavily and asked Ayan, "Do you think what I saidmakes sense?"