My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 901: Boldness

Chapter 901: Boldness

Ayan was taken aback by her straightforwardness and looked at herwith a faint smile, "Are we all this direct now?"

Camille stared at him without speaking.

He asked, "Did Summer just come to tell you that Jenson works forme?"

Camille remained indifferent and replied, “No one would bother comingall the way here late at night just to tell me that." She sighed silentlyand her expression became a bit serious, "So, are you going to tell meor not?"

Her gaze was serious and determined, clearly indicating that shewouldn't rest until she got an answer.

Ayan chuckled, "Why are you suddenly asking about him?"

She remained silent.

He sighed in resignation and said, "Yes, Jenson works for me."Camille showed no surprise as she had already suspected it based onJenson's behavior and what happened tonight. She just wanted adefinite answer from Ayan.

Now that she had it, she felt it was only natural, as she couldn't think ofany other possibility.

Camille looked at Ayan and said, "Summer said that Preston askedQuintus to investigate Jenson. He probably suspected if Jenson hadother motives for his actions today."

Camille shared the information Summer told her with Ayan. He let out alight laugh and spoke with a neutral tone, showing no emotions, “He'sin Flento but still wants to meddle in the affairs here, doing somethingbeyond his reach. How bored he is!"

Camille asked, "So, aren't you worried that he'll uncover Jenson'sidentity?"

"He won't replace anything for now. As long as you don't say anything, noone will know."

“Then you better not have told me. Be careful; if you make me angry, I'lltell everyone directly.”

"Are you that ruthless to me?" Ayan smiled, lifted Camille's chin gentlywith his hand, leaned over, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then,he pressed his forehead against hers and said in a low voice, "I treatyou so well. Can't you treat me a little better?"

Camille pushed him away and her cheeks blushed slightly as sheavoided looking directly into his eyes. She said calmly, "What shouldwe do about this matter?”

“It's not my business; it's a matter for the police,” Ayan replied.

Camille nodded lightly, not saying anything further. After all, he wasright.

They fell into silence, and Ayan's gaze gradually became profound ashe instinctively felt that Camille was upset. His voice turned low andhusky, “What's wrong?"

Camille shook her head, "Nothing."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you upset?" Ayan didn't believe her and said, "I didn't plan to getfully involved in this matter. Thanks to Sean's video today, the policewill contact Preston by tomorrow morning at the latest. AlthoughPreston isn't in Hance, he can't escape this investigation.”

“I really am not upset. This matter has nothing to do with you or me, sowhy would I be upset?" Camille felt a bit exasperated. Why wouldn't hebelieve her?

The two stared at each other for several seconds before Ayan finallydecided not to pursue it any further.

Ayan's words were right. During the time Camille met with Summer, thepolice had already contacted Preston.

Since it was an unknown number, Preston didn't answer the call.Because the people who contact him usually have identifiable labels,and a call without any label at this time would undoubtedly be from thepolice station.

He left his phone on the coffee table, and Molly also heard the phoneringing, so she asked, "Brother, why don't you answer the call?"Preston's expression remained nonchalant, and he exuded a chillyaura. He said, "It's probably a telemarketing call. I don't want to pick itup.”

Molly didn't delve too deep into his words or overthink them. She simplynodded and sat beside him, asking softly, “Tomorrow, I want to go picka wedding dress. Would you like to come with me?"

She asked if he wanted to accompany her, not like before when shewould decide for him and make him go with her.

This subtle change was clear to Molly herself, but Preston didn't noticeitatall.

Preston's mind was preoccupied with Sean's matter, so he naturallyhad no intention of going with Molly to picking wedding dresses. Heresponded indifferently, “I have other arrangements tomorrow, work-related matters, so I might not be able to accompany you. Have yourfriends go with you to see the dress, and once you replace one you like,send me a picture, okay?"

He gently ran his hand through Molly's long hair, his expressionseemingly affectionate, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.In the past, Molly would have thought he was deeply in love with herwhen she saw this look, but after everything that had happened, sheknew very well that these expressions were not genuine affection butmerely something he was skilled at showing.

Molly wouldn't expose him; instead, she showed a understanding smileand said, "Alright, you do your thing. But surely you won't leave mealone to take the wedding photos, right?"

She playfully teased, her eyes fixed on Preston, leaving him no chanceto evade.

Preston could only reply calmly, "Of course not. It's our wedding, howcould I let you take the wedding photos alone?"

Molly grinned, "Alright, then it's a deal. Don't lie to me."

"Of course," Preston responded.

Molly didn't say anything more, and her face still wore a faint smile,though it seemed a bit too cold. However, Preston didn't notice it at allbecause his mind was consumed by other matters.

That night, Preston could hardly sleep.

The Flento City police showed up at his doorstep early the nextmorning.

His residence wasn't a secret, so the police were well aware of it.

Two plainclothes officers rang the doorbell, and Molly answered. Afterconfirming their identity and purpose, Molly invited them inside andthen called out to Preston from the bedroom.

Upon hearing that the police were looking for him, Preston sat upinstantly from his bed, furrowing his brows, and asked Molly, "Police?"Molly nodded, "Yes, they're waiting for you in the living room. Iseverything alright?"

Molly wasn't particularly interested what was going on in Hance, butshe had paid attention to the video Sean had released, which had ledmany to doubt Preston's innocence. However, she didn't show anysigns of that, assuming Preston had no intention of telling her, so sheacted as if she knew nothing.

As she spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on Preston, noticing his dark andtense expression. His voice sounded hoarse as he asked, "Why didyou let them in without asking me first?"

Molly narrowed her eyes and replied in a low voice, “I thought it mightbe something urgent, and they're police officers. I couldn't just leavethem waiting outside. That would tarnish your reputation, wouldn't it?"Molly's response was considerate of Preston's image. She didn't wantto give him any bad press by leaving police officers waiting outside ifthere were ever a need for police assistance in the future.

Molly expressed all her thoughts, and Preston rubbed his hair withsome irritation evident in his eyes and expression. Despite hisannoyance, he got out of bed.

He quickly freshened up, and by the time he came out of the bathroom,Molly had already prepared tea and some fruits for the two policeofficers, engaging in a conversation with them.

When the police saw Preston, they also stood up politely. One of themspoke gently, "Mr. Walker, sorry for disturbing you."

Preston nodded slightly; they addressed him as Mr. Walker instead ofMr. Baxter.

Preston asked calmly, "Is there something you need, officers?"

The officer replied, "Last night, the police from Hance City tried to reachyou by phone, but you didn't answer. We wanted to ask if there wasany particular reason for that?"