My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 905: Sixth Sense

Chapter 905: Sixth Sense

Camille's ability to avoid public appearances was due to Talia'sunderstanding. Talia rarely insisted on her presence, considering theSimpson family's status. No one dared to question Talia, and no onewould dare to use the daughter-in-law's absence as a reason forscrutiny.

This made Camille's life much easier, as she was free from suchpressures.

The last time Camille asked Talia to talk with Madison, it had gonesmoothly. Madison had been perfectly at ease when meeting Sienna forthe first time. Madison was already a kind person, but with Talia'spositive words, the situation had improved even more. She had directlygiven Sienna the Ward family's heirloom, and the relationship betweenmother-in-law and daughter-in-law was flourishing.

Having seen the successful example, Sienna naturally wanted herrelationship with Madison to become more stable over time. After all,there was an aura that needed to be harmonized between a newdaughter-in-law and her mother-in-law.

In a pleading tone, Sienna said to Camille, "Just think of it asaccompanying your best friend, okay?"

"Can I say no?"

"Of course not!"

And so, the plan was set.

After hanging up the phone, Camille realized in hindsight that shewasn't the one who invited Sienna to dinner, yet she seemed to be theone who was now obliged to make a contribution.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a group of six people arrived at therestaurant.

The restaurant was arranged by Kian, the old place, Darkmoor.

Three men and three women, no sense of distance as work colleagues,just friends enjoying each other's company.

They sat in separate groups of men and women, and no one feltuncomfortable.

Mrs. Bell had met Sienna before, so they quickly struck up aconversation.

Upon learning that Sienna was now married to Rex, Mrs. Bell offeredher blessings and then whispered, "Are you planning on having a babysoon?"

Mrs. Bell's eyes twinkled mischievously, clearly very curious.

She spoke softly, so only the three of them could hear.

Sienna was caught slightly off guard by the question, her demeanorbriefly freezing. It seemed the topic of having a baby was unexpected.After all, they had just gotten married, so the question of havingchildren might be a bit premature.

They hadn't even properly enjoyed their newlywed phase, so therewere no plans for children at the moment.

This was the first time someone had asked Sienna about havingchildren since she got married to Rex, and she wasn't sure how torespond.

Her hesitation made Mrs. Bell quickly realize her misstep, and shehurriedly explained, "Sienna, I'm sorry if my question made youuncomfortable. I'm just really fond of children, so I asked withoutthinking too much. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Mrs. Bell shot Camille a pleading look, clearly feeling a bit flustered.Camille offered Mrs. Bell a reassuring smile and then turned to Sienna,saying, "Mrs. Bell didn't mean anything by it. If you're not comfortableanswering, you don't have to."

Sienna shook her head and said, "It's not that I'm not comfortable, it'sjust that this is the first time I've heard this question, so I didn't knowhow to answer.” She smiled, covering her mouth with her hand andwhispered, "I haven't thought about having children yet. I still feel like achild myself, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be a good mother."

Mrs. Bell couldn't help but chuckle, "Although you may still feel like achild, Cami, who is also a child like you, is already a mother. So, theremight be advantages to having children sooner.”

"Mrs. Bell, if I didn't know that you and my mother-in-law aren't close, Imight have thought you were sent by her!" Sienna joked.

Mrs. Bell and Camille joined in the laughter.

The topic of having children didn't linger for too long. It was Sienna’spersonal matter, and Mrs. Bell had only asked casually.

As the conversation continued, the atmosphere in the private roomremained cheerful. The waitstaff continued to bring dishes to the tableone after another. Once all the dishes were served, the waitstaff left theroom, and the group raised their glasses for a toast before starting theirmeal.

Mr. Bell raised his glass and said, "I hope we'll have morecollaborations in the future. Apart from work, I also hope that we canbecome the most loyal friends."

"Of course, you are always welcomed to Hance," Ayan tilted his glassslightly, clinking it with Mr. Bell's.

Rex followed suit and raised his glass, expressing his welcome to Mr.and Mrs. Bell.

With two gentlemen accompanying Mr. Bell, Mrs. Bell was left to chatwith Camille and Sienna.

At this moment, Ayan's phone suddenly rang.

His phone was placed on the table, and he glanced at the caller IDbefore declining the call. However, the caller seemed persistent andcalled again, repeating this twice more. Eventually, Ayan had no choicebut to answer the call, looking at Mr. and Mrs. Bell he said, "Excuseme, I need to take this call. Please continue.”

He stood up and left the room to answer the call. Camille's gazefollowed his departure.

Sitting next to Camille, Sienna placed a dish into Camille's bowl andsaid, "Eat more. You've been losing weight lately.”

Sienna's gaze was fixed on Camille, pulling her thoughts back into thepresent.

Sienna chuckled softly and asked, "Are you really so inseparable fromMr. Simpson now? When are you planning to remarry with him? Do youneed Rex or my mother-in-law to give your mother-in-law a nudge?"“No need. If they could nudge him, I'd have to reconsider his motivesfor remarrying me,” Camille replied with an indifferent shake of herhead. She whispered, “It's not that I'm inseparable from him all thetime. I'm just wondering why someone would keep calling himpersistently.”

If it were Kian who had been trying to reach him, someone wouldprobably just knock on the door, since the driver and the assistantsecretary were dining in the adjacent private room. If there were anurgent matter for Ayan, he wouldn't keep calling repeatedly.

Camille's thoughts were remarkably sensitive, not because she wantedto pry, but because certain things naturally spread in her mind, perhapswhat people referred to as a sixth sense.

Ayan returned to the room after about five or six minutes on the phone.His expression wasn't very pleasant as he walked in, a slight frowncreasing his forehead, displaying an obvious coldness. Camille was thefirst to notice, but he quickly reined in his emotions, adopting acomposed and faintly smiling demeanor.

The rest of the dinner proceeded without any interruptions, goingsmoothly and pleasantly.

After the meal, they left Darkmoor, and it was already approaching 9:30PM.

Time had flown by with their lively conversation and enjoyable meal,and no one had noticed how late it had gotten.

Saying their goodbyes at the entrance of Darkmoor, everyone wenttheir separate ways and headed home.

Ayan had some alcohol, and as soon as he got into the car, he leanedhis head against Camille's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest. Kianwas driving and he took them back to Maple Leaves Mansion.

Ayan's alcohol intake wasn't excessive, so he didn't require assistance.He knew to hold Camille's hand as they walked through the building'sentrance and then took the elevator upstairs.

Upon entering their apartment, Ayan immediately made his way to thecouch and lay down. Camille gazed at him with a faint emotion playingon her delicate features. She softly inquired, "Shall I prepare a glass ofhoney water for you?"

Ayan let out a low sound of agreement, then closed his eyes.

It seemed that he hadn't drunk this much alcohol in quite a while,leading to his slight discomfort.

Camille prepared the honey water and walked over to his side. "Drinkthis before you go to sleep,” she advised gently.

Ayan opened his eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. His breath, tingedwith a hint of alcohol, warmed her cheek as he spoke hoarsely, "Whydo you look unhappy?"

Despite the alcohol, his eyes remained clear.

Camille, though not making a fuss, her moods could easily be told.She didn't respond, instead taking the empty glass from him andstarting to walk towards the kitchen.

However, Ayan swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her into hisembrace.

He held her tenderly. "What's going on, really?" he murmured.

Camille pursed her lips, hesitating for a couple of seconds. She thenasked directly, "Who called you tonight?"

"Work-related matters."

"Is that so?"

"Of course.”

He gently tilted her chin, a gesture that indicated his desire to steer theconversation away from this topic. His mesmerizing eyes locked ontoCamille's, unwavering in their gaze. And then, he leaned in, capturingher lips in a kiss.

Once certain things are set in motion, they can become uncontrollable.This was especially true for a slightly inebriated Mr. Simpson, who hadbeen holding back for a long time. Once he started, he had no intentionof stopping.