My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 914: Mindful

Chapter 914: Mindful

Camille's expression grew heavy; she had an indescribable feeling.Meeting Ayan's gaze, she replied in a soft, low voice, “Fortunately.”"Good thing there's a reason behind it, or else this sudden changewould make me feel like our previous relationship was all for naught.”Although she only said one word, Ayan understood its meaning.

He smiled faintly, “Then don't think about this matter anymore. As forMrs. Bell's message, you've completely fulfilled your promise byrelaying it to me. I'll personally handle the next steps and contact Mr.and Mrs. Bell."

Ayan didn't want Camille to do anything that might affect her mood. Heknew Camille's soft-hearted nature and her sense of loyalty. Sometimescertain things inadvertently stirred her emotions, leaving her unsettledfor a while.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Bell's relationship and the difficulty of dealing withMr. Mikkola, those were issues he could easily handle and resolve.After discussing Mrs. Bell's matters, the atmosphere fell into silenceagain.

His eyes were fixed on her, unblinking, and his straightforwardexpression made her uncomfortable.

Camille averted her gaze but her posture on the couch seemedawkward. She subtly bit her lip and said impassively, "There's nothingelse. I'm leaving."

Camille intended to walk past Ayan on her way out of the office.However, he grabbed her wrist. His deep voice was low as he asked,"Nothing else to say?"

Camille pretended not to understand, "No."

He chuckled, "Really?"

"Yes."

"So distant with me?" He stood up as well, closing the distancebetween them until they were almost touching. He said, "Are you sureyou don't want to come back to the Simpson's mansion with me? IfGrandpa and my parents see us going separate ways, they'll surelystart nagging me again.”

Considering their low status within the Simpson family, he soundedsomewhat aggrieved. Camille's heart softened, and her lips twitchedslightly.

But recalling last night's events, Camille suppressed the rising curve ofher lips and returned to her impassive demeanor.

She said, "Returning to the Simpson's mansion is something for latertonight. It's still early now.”

Not refusing, not agreeing.

Ayan chuckled, then released her wrist to hold her tightly in his arms.His gaze was tender as he looked into her eyes, his voice husky as heasked, "Why such a strong reaction? Can't I even hold your hand?"She hesitated for a moment, her eyes rolling, a faint stiffness in herexpression. Then she looked at Ayan and asked, "Did you replace out?"Ayan didn't speak, but the subtle, shallow smile at the corner of hismouth was answer enough.

Camille didn't want to continue hiding, releasing her grip on the hair.The hair in her palm was the same shade as Eileen's.

She said directly, "I want to replace out if she really is Preston's sister.What's her relationship with Preston?"

Ayan had speculated about their relationship before, but Eileen andPreston were in separate locations at that time, both highly cautiousdue to the incident involving Austin. So, Ayan couldn't carry out hisinitial plan.

His suggested action was not inaction.

He smiled faintly, watching Camille reveal the truth, realizing that evenif he wanted to deceive her, he wouldn't have had the opportunity tocoordinate with Kian beforehand. After all, she had just taken the hairfrom Eileen, and she wasn't even sure if she would succeed. AfterEileen left, she would be out of reach. The two of them were alwaystogether.

He chuckled softly, observing Camille's inability to hide her displeasureas she spoke candidly. "Give me the hair, hmm?"

Camille immediately closed her palm. "I told you not because yousensed any reservations. I simply didn't want to keep it from you. Afterall, it's something that will come out sooner or later. There's no need tohide it, right?"

“I'm not trying to stop you, but are you sure you can get Preston's hairsmoothly? He's currently in Flento City. Even if you were to go there,can you really get it from him without any trouble? Preston is suspiciousand cautious. One small mistake, and not only will you fail to obtainwhat you want, but you might also arouse his suspicion. If he startssuspecting in that direction, we won't have any chances of success inthe future.”

Ayan's expression turned stern as he spoke, his brows furrowing. Hewasn't trying to deceive or threaten Camille. Everything he said had astrong possibility of being true.

If things reached that point, it would be difficult for them to exert anycontrol over Preston in this matter. Even if they could, it would require asignificant amount of resources.

Ayan glanced at Camille and purposefully maintained a distance of onestep from her. He said, "I know what worries you. You're afraid I'llprotect Eileen, and you're worried I won't follow your plan. Though Iwon't act in that manner, I understand that assurance is somethingintangible. I won't force you into decisions you're uncomfortable with.What I can tell you is this: I can arrange this matter faster and moreeffectively than if you were to handle it personally.”

To show his sincerity, Ayan walked up to his desk and dialed theinternal line. "Kian, come in."

Kian responded, "Of course, Mr. Simpson."

In less than a minute, Kian knocked and entered the room.

Seeing Camille in the office didn't surprise him. His assistant hadalready given him a brief rundown of what had happened. He noddedslightly in acknowledgment upon seeing Camille.

Kian approached Ayan and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, what can I do foryou?"

Ayan's tone was calm as he instructed, "Show her what Zoie retrievedfrom Preston.”

Kian hesitated briefly before nodding and promptly turned to leave. Hereturned within a few minutes, holding a small box resembling a pieceof jewelry. He gently opened it and extended it toward Camille. Insidewas a lock of hair, its texture and length indicating that it belonged to aman.

Kian explained, "Madam, this is hair that our team obtained fromPreston. Originally, we intended to use Preston's hair for a bloodrelation test with Eileen.”

Camille was well aware that Ayan wouldn't have had the opportunity tocoordinate this with Kian in advance, even if he had wanted to deceiveher. She had just acquired Eileen's hair herself, and Eileen didn't evenknow if it would work before she left. There wouldn't have been achance afterward, especially since they had been together the entiretime.

Camille didn't speak, her expression growing more serious. Ayanlooked at Kian, and Kian left the room.

It was now just Camille and Ayan left in the office. Ayan leaned againstthe desk, his expression devoid of any unnecessary emotions orreactions to the situation.

Camille asked, "You really don't mind at all?"

"Why should I mind?"

He raised his eyes to meet Camille's, a faint smile in their depths. Thissmile seemed to say, "I'm not so bored as to waste time on insignificantmatters like this."

Camille pursed her lips, her expression warm and gentle. She said,"Can we get the results by tomorrow?"

Her question was clear, and she was only a step away from saying sheagreed.

Understanding her intent, Ayan raised his hands to prop them on thedesk. He then stood up and approached her, taking her hand gently. Heplaced the hair into the box and said, "Let's go to the testing centertogether.”

He acted immediately, leaving his work behind and taking Camille withhim.

He had a friend at the testing center, and he had already contacted himon the way. When they arrived, the friend was waiting for them.

Ayan didn't mention the wet hair, and the friend didn't ask a redundantquestion. Ayan went straight to the point, "We need the results bytomorrow morning. Should I bring them to you, or would you prefer topick them up?"