My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 908: Strolling Around

Chapter 908: Strolling Around

She rarely checked up on him.

The term "check up" gave her the impression of being interrogated bythe police, so she felt it wasn't very pleasant.

Normally, she wouldn't have made this call. She would have just waitedfor Ayan to come back home.

But today, she wanted to ask.

Ayan's voice came through the phone, accompanied by a smile, "Backhome?"

“Yeah, and you? Where are you?" Camille continued to inquire.

Ayan replied, "On my way back, about half an hour away. What do youwant for dinner?"

Camille didn't have much of an appetite. She responded in a casualtone, “Let's decide when you're back."

Ayan faintly sensed that something might be amiss with her response.He asked in a lowered voice, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?""No." She didn't have the intention to continue the conversation. Herexpression was quite indifferent. She said, "I'm tired, let's leave it atthat.”

Camille's response also indicated that something was bothering her.Ayan, however, decided not to push further. He said, "Alright, then."Camille seemed a bit exhausted, and she leaned back on the sofa, lostin thought.

Ayan arrived home in about half an hour.

Seeing Camille looking drained, Ayan took off his coat upon returninghome and went over to sit beside her. He reached out and gentlytouched her forehead to check her temperature, which was normal.Then he asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Camille shook her head lightly, and Ayan cupped her cheeks with hishands. His clear eyes locked onto her, and he asked, “Tell me, what'sbothering you?"

She pressed her lips together and replied in a distant manner, "Thepreparations for the museum project are almost done. In the next fewdays, we need to select two architects to be part of the project team.The rest of the architects will return to their respective companies.”

He withdrew his hand from her face and asked in a low voice, "What doyou think?"

Camille didn't have a concrete idea. She simply said, “I haven't reallythought about it."

Ayan's lips curved into a faint smile. "So, you won't even be honest withme? If you want to continue with this project, you're guaranteed a spot.With your capabilities and qualifications, anyone with discerning eyeswould choose you. If you're worried, I can help you secure the spot.The reason I didn't just give you the position directly is because I knowyou wouldn't like me using my influence to secure it for you. But if thissituation is affecting your mood, I might take this matter into my ownhands. Understand?"

Camille clearly understood Ayan's implications.

She hurriedly replied, “No, please don't. I don't plan to continue withthis project. It's quite demanding to work with the project team, and Ihave other plans."

Camille wasn't just speaking casually. Working for this project wouldconsume all her time, which wasn't her intention. After finishing hercurrent work, she was planning to collaborate with Sienna andparticipate in a designer competition held overseas.

She was going to work as an assistant for Sienna.

This had been arranged between them even before Sienna returnedfrom Flento.

Therefore, that architect's comments in the museum that afternoondidn't affect her at all. From the very beginning, she hadn't intended tocontinue with the project.

However, Ayan seemed a bit uncertain as he asked, "Are you really notparticipating anymore? And it has nothing to do with your schedule orany other reasons?"

“Really, I'm not just lying to you. It's true.” She looked up into Ayan'seyes, her gaze unyielding as she met his, and asked lightly, "Whatabout you? Is there something you're not telling me?"

She asked seriously, without a hint of playfulness.

Ayan paused for a moment, and his brows furrowed slightly. His voicedeepened as he asked, "Are you questioning me?"

“I'm just asking. It's not a question of whether I'm questioning you. Ofcourse, if you don't want to tell me, you can treat it as if I didn't ask."She raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at her lips. The smile wasso subtle that it was barely noticeable.

Camille's response left Ayan somewhat puzzled, but he could definitelysense that she was emotionally affected. Otherwise, her reactionwouldn't be as it was now.

He asked, "What do you mean?"

"Is there something you're hiding from me?"

"Cami, you're becoming more and more mischievous. Are you trying toplay tricks on me?" Ayan chuckled, and his handsome face carried ahint of probing. His voice was deep and hoarse as he continued, "Isthere something you can't tell me straightforwardly?"

Camille pursed her lips, her expression remaining neutral. She calmlysaid, "Nothing's wrong."

She didn't press Ayan further about today's phone call with Preston.She shifted her gaze from him and changed the subject, “I'm hungry.Let's eat.”

Lately, their meals were delivered to them daily. Besides the occasionaldesire for takeout or dining out, they usually had meals delivered.Camille went to the dining table, opened the food containers, and setthe table with knives and forks. After she sat down, she noticed thatAyan hadn't made a move yet. She looked up and asked, "Aren't yougoing to eat?"

Ayan's gaze remained steady at her, and his expression didn't change.He simply rose from his seat, walked over to the table, and sat down.His gentle gaze was fixed on her as he asked, "Is there really nothingyou want to tell me?"

"Nothing. Haven't I already said that? There's really nothing.” Camille'stone remained as composed as ever. Her emotions were practicallyimperceptible.

Ayan stared at her earnestly for a few seconds and then decided not topress the matter further. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.Today's dishes included their favorites. Camille had a decent appetite.She finished a bowl of rice, ate a good portion of the dishes, and hadhalf a bowl of soup.

After finishing her meal, she wiped her mouth and hands with a nearbywet napkin. Then she turned to Ayan and said, "I need to go out for abit. I'l be back later.”

"Where are you going?" Ayan's gaze shifted towards her instantly. Hisbrows creased slightly, and his dark eyes showed a hint of concern.Compared to his reaction, Camille's response seemed much morenonchalant. "Just going for a stroll.”

"With Sienna?"

"No."

"Cami." Ayan's brows knitted slightly, and his tone became a bit stern."Why are you going out alone at this hour?"

"Mr. Simpson, it's not even 8 o'clock yet. It's still early. I'm just going outfor a while. Is that okay?"

Camille felt like laughing. What was wrong with this man? Did she needpermission to go out now?

Ayan seemed like he wanted to say something more, but he held back.His phone, which was on the table, started ringing at that moment.Ayan answered the call. After a brief conversation, he put down hisfork, and a faint trace of displeasure crossed his handsome face. Hespoke in a low tone, "Alright, I understand. You deal with it yourself."Camille glanced at him before leaving Maple Leaves Mansion to replaceSienna. Once they met, she shared the news about Eileen's return.However, since she hadn't seen Eileen in person, she couldn't becertain if it was true or not.

But if Preston had the audacity to use Eileen to sow discord betweenher and Ayan, he must have known that Eileen had returned to Hance.Sienna's expression darkened as she listened. She felt quite annoyed,not because Eileen was particularly formidable, but simply becauseEileen had caused Camille so much trouble. Sienna said, "Why didn'tyou just ask Ayan about it?"

“I mentioned it, but he beat around the bush. If he doesn't want to tellme, then there's no point in asking." Camille narrowed her eyes slightly,sitting on the sofa with her hands resting on her knees. She chuckledsoftly, "I actually don't know him that well."

Ever since the remarriage slowed down, she had wondered more thanonce about Ayan's intentions. But she had never been able to figure itout.

Sienna fell silent for a moment and then advised, “If you don't want toask, then don't. If he figures things out, he'll tell you on his own. If hedares to do something that would hurt you, I'll be the first to give him apiece of my mind, along with Rex. Don't worry."

Sienna comforted Camille with some less-than-flattering remarks aboutAyan. She leaned in close and whispered a few words into Camille'sear, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Do you dare?"

Camille cast a glance at her and didn't refuse. Instead, she tentativelyasked, "So, should we go?"