My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 940: Don'T Be Foolish

Chapter 940: Don't Be Foolish

Then Preston got up and headed towards the bathroom. He had neverimagined that this day would force him to hide in the bathroom. But hehad no inkling that all of this was the result of his own actions, leadingto these consequences.

Once Preston entered the bathroom, Patrik finally opened theapartment door.

With a somewhat unnatural look on his face, he glanced at thepolicemen outside, a couple of them stationed across from his door,also knocking.

He addressed the policemen outside, "Officers, what can I do for you?"One of the officers spoke, "Sorry to bother you, we'd like to know ifyou've seen the resident living across from you?"

Patrik's face stiffened slightly. Faced with the officers’ questions, hisbrain seemed slow to react. Weren't they here for Preston?

Why were they asking about the person across from him now?

Patrik's nervousness didn't escape the officers’ notice. He explained,"No need to be nervous. Just tell us what you know. We received a tipthat there's gambling going on across from you, so we're here toinvestigate.”

"Investigate gambling?"

Patrik still found it hard to believe. After confirming repeatedly, he finallyfelt relieved.

He hurriedly responded, "I'm sorry, I'm usually busy with work, so Ihaven't paid much attention to the neighbor across from me. But nowthat you mention it, I'll keep an eye out. If I hear anything, I can let youknow."

His sincerity and proactive attitude led the officers to express theirgratitude. They left a contact number with Patrik for any updates.Having learned the situation, they didn't disturb Patrik any further.Instead, they broke down the door across from his with the help ofproperty management. However, the apartment was empty, and theyfound nothing.

Afterward, the police left. Most likely, the people inside had been tippedoff in advance, allowing them to flee before the authorities arrived.Watching the police leave empty-handed from behind the doorseparating him from Preston, both men wore different expressions andreactions on their faces.

Patrik looked at Preston and softly asked, "Mr. Walker, why do I feel likethis isn't about gambling? I haven't seen anyone in the apartmentacross from me since I moved in. Why would they suddenly besuspected of gambling?"

Patrik was genuinely puzzled by the odd turn of events. But because hehadn't received any response from Preston, he instinctively glancedtoward him. Preston's expression was extremely grim, especially hisdark eyes, which seemed to hold a cold and distant chill, as if he weresuppressing something.

Concern crept into Patrik's voice, "Mr. Walker, are you okay?"

Preston squinted his eyes, his expression extremely unpleasant. Hedidn't speak, but his complexion was far from good.

Preston didn't continue to watch. He turned and walked back to theliving room, lighting a cigarette. His face was bathed in the pale light,exuding a chilling aura. After taking a few drags, he spoke in a subduedtone, "Arrange a car for me. I'm leaving tonight.”

Patrik was taken aback, somewhat surprised. "Mr. Walker, you'releaving tonight? It's not safe outside right now. It'll be dangerous for youto leave at this time."

Preston's voice remained calm, "Do you really think these policeofficers are here to investigate a gambling case?"

Patrik looked at him with confusion, "What do you mean, Mr. Walker?"“You said it yourself, there's no one living across from us. So, who'sgambling there?"

Preston snorted softly. This wasn't about gambling at all. It was adeliberate false report to the police. The reason they hadn't comecharging at him directly was probably to send him a warning. If he didn'tleave now, the next house investigated for gambling might very well bePatrik's.

What puzzled him was, since they already knew he was here, whydidn't they just come after him? Why go through this elaborateprocess?

As this thought crossed his mind, his expression became so unpleasantit could hardly be described. His eyes narrowed, icy coldnesssimmering in their depths. A voice inside him grew louder and louder,telling him that this had to be it. It had to be Ayan playing games. Ayanwanted to manipulate him. If he stayed, he would be caught. But if heleft, Ayan would release his hounds, constantly pursuing him.

The more he thought, the worse his expression became. He didn't havethe luxury of choice now. The situation had escalated to the point wherehe had no other option. But where to go? How to avoid the watchfuleyes of both the police and Ayan? He had no idea.

The current situation thoroughly annoyed Preston, his frustrationtainting his emotions, turning them utterly sour.

In such circumstances, he was at a loss about what to do.

After much hesitation, he picked up Patrik's phone and returned to themaster bedroom. Since he had arrived, Patrik had given him the masterbedroom. Although the apartment was rather small and the masterbedroom wasn't as spacious as those he had lived in before, he had noright to be picky now.

Holding the phone, he dialed a number, and after two rings, the callconnected.

"Hello, this is Camille.”

A woman's voice sounded from the phone's receiver, as if she wereright beside him.

Preston's gaze instantly softened, a hard-to-describe emotion flickeringin his eyes. He spoke softly, "Cami, it's me."

As his voice rang out, Camille naturally recognized him right away.Camille didn't respond, and the atmosphere immediately grew quiet.Camille remained silent for a while without making a sound. Her silencefrustrated Preston.

Preston asked, "Cami, why aren't you saying anything?"

Camille's voice was calm, "Do you need something?"

"Cami, why are you being so distant? Have you forgotten how good weused to be? Or perhaps, in your heart, you no longer see me as afriend?"

Preston's emotions grew more turbulent with each word. He attemptedto appeal to her using their past, hoping she would soften and extend ahelping hand.

But Camille's response, or lack thereof, was far from what Prestonexpected. She calmly said, "Preston, I'm grateful for what you did in thepast, that's beyond doubt. But your actions weren't entirely honorable. Idon't want to talk about certain things, but that doesn't mean I'mignorant. I just don't want to bother with it all. So, do you think there'sstill a need for us to be friends?"

Her words were rejecting, telling Preston clearly that their friendshipwas no longer necessary.

This was essentially telling Preston that she no longer wanted to befriends with him. Because of these circumstances, their relationshiphad been dragged into a situation that was beyond salvaging and nolonger worth saving.

Her attitude and her words didn't seem spontaneous; rather, it seemedshe had made up her mind since the events occurred.

The more he thought about it, the harder Preston found it to accept. Hebelieved that everything he had done was to press Ayan down andshow Camille who truly cared for her. He therefore attributed a part ofthe responsibility for the current situation to Camille, as most of it wasconnected to her in some way. He couldn't help but exclaim infrustration, “Cami, how can you be so cold and heartless? I did all thisfor whom? It's for you! But you, why do you always believe in Ayan andnot me? Do you really think Ayan truly cares for you? Aren't you beingnaive? He'll never love you, not in the past, not now, not ever. Whycan't you see through it?"

Preston's agitation took over, making him sound harsher than heintended. He was saying whatever came to mind, without consideringwhether his words might make her uncomfortable.

His emotions spiraled out of control, baffling Camille. Annoyed, sheretorted, "Preston, we're adults. Don't shift the blame for your mistakesonto others, okay?"