My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 949: Romance

Chapter 949: Romance

Ayan stated calmly, "What does it matter?"

"Wouldn't you replace it awkward?"

"Why would it be awkward?"

Ayan's question was logical.

Camille, however, furrowed her brows. Well... she found it a bit hard toput into words. If she were them, she might not dare to.

Camille pursed her lips, as if contemplating, before saying, "It's just abit embarrassing."

Ayan let out a low chuckle, "So, you're feeling shy?"

Camille's gaze faltered for a moment. She playfully pinched his armbefore picking up her cola and ignoring him.

The movie they chose for today was a recent emotional drama that wasjust on. The ending was tragic, but the journey was captivating.

The movie, running close to two hours, showcased the most captivatingpart. The male and female leads parted ways due to amisunderstanding. The male lead encountered a life-threateningaccident, and it was only then that the female lead learned the accidenthad occurred because of her, leading to the complete resolution of theirmisunderstandings. However, the male lead was taken away forever.The female lead regretted deeply, but reality remained unchanged. Shewould never love again.

Such endings were rare in contemporary films and TV shows, as mostaudiences nowadays preferred happy endings.

After watching the movie, Camille's mood had taken on a subtlemelancholy, an unexplainable sadness lingering within her.

Exiting the cinema, Camille let out a silent sigh. Her voice held a hint ofexhaustion as she said, “I should have known better than to watch thiskind of movie."

She had chosen it herself, attracted by the high online ratings andpositive viewer reviews.

However, now that she had seen it, she felt a bit down.

Ayan held her hand, his voice gentle as he consoled, "It's just a movie,not reality. Don't overthink it. The director and the screenwriter probablywanted to break away from the monotony of current films and dramas,trying to create something unique to attract attention.”

He, naturally, didn't feel the way she did since he clearly understood itwas just a movie.

Camille couldn't help but ask a question, "Do you think we might walkdifferent paths due to misunderstandings?"

Her gaze locked onto Ayan, and a sense of melancholy colored hereyes.

Ayan too seemed momentarily surprised, his deep gaze slightly frozen.In a low, steady voice, he inquired, "Why ask something like that?""Because misunderstandings happen to everyone. Even occasionally,we can replace ourselves in a deadlock. So, if you were faced with amisunderstanding, how would you resolve it?"

Camille was genuinely curious how Ayan would handlemisunderstandings. Considering their history-marriage, divorce, andnow the impending remarriage-there had been quite a fewmisunderstandings between them.

Some of these misunderstandings had brought significant impact,sparking heated arguments. In certain instances, themisunderstandings had even posed a threat to their relationship.

Since it was unlikely that there wouldn't be any moremisunderstandings in their future, she wondered how he would dealwith them.

Ayan didn't seem to view this as a big deal. He replied,"Misunderstandings occur when two people fail to communicate openly.As long as both are honest and clear things up, it should work out.”"So, you believe the key to a relationship is transparency?"

"Yes," he responded in a soft voice, his eyes fixed on Camille. Heposed a mild question, "And you? What's your take?"

"My thoughts are similar to yours. I also think honesty is crucial.”Camille replied gently. By now, they had arrived at the car.

However, Ayan's thoughts seemed to linger on Camille's last words. Hisgaze settled on her with a mild pause, only shifting when Camille brokethe silence, "Shall we get in the car?"

Ayan refocused, giving a small nod, "Sure."

Once inside the car, Ayan accompanied Camille to the mall. There, theybought a lot of clothes and toys for Timmy, and Camille also got herselfa new handbag. Ayan paid for all of those. While Camille held thesupplementary card, she hardly used it-preferring to rely on her savingsand income, which left her quite independent financially.

Ayan purchased the handbag for her, and Camille, in turn, boughtluxury cufflinks for Ayan. It was a rare high-end luxury item, and its highprice tag meant it was mostly collected rather than worn.

However, for Ayan, it was quite ordinary. Most of his cuffs were custom-made, one-of-a-kind.

Receiving the cuffs Camille bought for him, his expression didn't exactlylight up. He looked somewhat indifferent, and there wasn't muchchange to his demeanor.

Once they were done shopping and the shopping assistants haddelivered the purchases to the car, Camille and Ayan were alone. It wasthen that Ayan asked, his tone composed, "Why didn't you use my cardto buy the cufflinks?"

Camille was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't given it muchthought, so when Ayan brought it up, she was surprised, "What's thematter?"

Ayan: "Why are you unwilling to use my card?"

Ayan's expression was slightly gloomy, a touch of displeasure showing.To be honest, Camille found it somewhat amusing. A smile tugged atthe corner of her lips, and she responded, "Oh my, why are you beingso petty? It's not a big deal. Why are you upset?”

“Isn't it customary for men to pay?"

"But this cufflink is a gift from me!" Camille blinked playfully, genuinelynot expecting him to be unhappy because she hadn't used his money.As she considered the situation, she couldn't help but replace it a bitamusing. However, she managed to keep her laughter in check andsaid, "Don't be upset. Since it's a gift from me, of course, I'll pay for it.Would you be unhappy if I bought you a gift?"

His expression softened slightly, but his gaze remained somewhatserious. "Of course, I'd be happy if you gave me a gift. But next time,when you're buying something for me, just use my card directly. I'd beeven happier. Okay?"

Camille was a bit bewildered by his logic, but she couldn't help but sigh,"Mr. Simpson, are you worried that spending a woman's money makesyou look bad?"

"Of course not." Ayan denied immediately, “I don't think that way. I justfeel that your money is yours to spend, as you see fit. Likewise, mymoney is yours to use however you want. I work hard every day to earnmoney, so if you don't spend it for me, how am I supposed to feelvaluable?"

His words were not sweet nothings, but rather a sincere perspective.Every word he spoke was a true reflection of his thoughts.

Camille felt touched, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "Alright, Iunderstand. So, can we head out for dinner now?"

It was already half-past six in the evening. They had gone to themovies and then shopping, and time had flown by.

Since it was just the two of them tonight, they naturally chose a chicand sophisticated restaurant.

Ayan had prepared a bouquet of roses for Camille, imbuing theatmosphere with a romantic air.

After dinner, they stepped out of the restaurant, and the night hadfallen.

The sky was scattered with stars, adding to the romantic ambiance ofthe evening.

Ayan thoroughly enjoyed this atmosphere and couldn't help butsuggest, "How about we don't go home tonight?"