My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 950: Tedious

Chapter 950: Tedious

The words carried implicit implications, as if telling her that tonight hewanted to spend some alone time with her.

After he finished speaking, his dark eyes continued to gaze at her,waiting for her response.

Camille was momentarily stunned, replaceing it hard to come up withwords. She felt like she had become tongue-tied.

She quickly averted her gaze and looked out the window, her voiceslightly trembling as she said, "I don't think so... Timmy is still athome..."

Ayan sighed helplessly and said in a calm tone, "Timmy is indeed moreimportant.”

With that, he stepped on the gas pedal and started the car.

The drive was quiet for a while. However, Camille's heart wasn't calm.She carefully thought about Ayan's words just now and couldn't helpbut ask herself, could it be true that she felt Timmy was moreimportant?

She didn't deny this fact, especially during the time when theirrelationship was in a cold and distant state. Indeed, Timmy was themost important person in her life, even more important than herself.Now that they had reconciled and she knew she loved Ayan, he wasalso important. However, it wasn't a matter of comparison. Theirsignificance couldn't be weighed against each other due to theirdifferent roles in her life.

She also couldn't help but wonder if she was being too distant withAyan.

Or was it because of past events affecting their present?

Or perhaps she still held a grudge about his preference for the weddingover the legal procedure?

She kept asking herself these questions, searching for answers. Butshe figured out nothing.

The two of them arrived back at Franklin Bay. Timmy had just finishedhis meal and was playing with the nanny. Seeing Camille and Ayanreturn, he immediately left the nanny and rushed into Camille's arms,asking to be held.

Timmy was very attached to Camille, especially during the time whenhe was brought back from Talia. He was reluctant to leave Camille andeven refused the nanny's care at times. He completely relied onCamille and felt a lack of security. Later, when he realized Camillewould be with him, he became slightly better.

Camille held Timmy, and Ayan naturally took her handbag from her, hisvoice gentle as he said, "I'll take the things up. It's a good time to talk toKian about work."

Camille glanced at him, trying to read his emotions from his face.However, she couldn't discern anything, so she simply nodded lightlyand said, "Okay."

Ayan reached out and gently rubbed Timmy's cheek before headingtowards the stairs with Camille's bag.

Camille gazed at his back until he completely disappeared from hersight. Then, she shifted her attention to Timmy.

She gently asked Timmy, “Timmy, do you think Daddy is upset?"Timmy raised his hand and cupped Camille's face, calling out in a soft,affectionate voice, "Mommy."

After that, he leaned in and gave Camille's cheek a gentle kiss,displaying an adorable and well-behaved manner.

Camille couldn't help but chuckle and said, “Let's go play.”

After Timmy finished his meal, he usually spent some time looking atpicture books. Even though he was not yet two years old, he hadalready looked at quite a few picture books. However, he needed anadult to accompany him, or else he wouldn't be interested and couldn'tfocus.

After spending some time with the picture books, Camille also taughthim to recite poems. Recently, he learned the poem “In Praise ofFarmers” and had already memorized it.

Camille stayed with Timmy until around 9:30 in the evening, when shehad the nanny take him for a bath. Then, she returned to her bedroom.Ayan was still busy in his study, so Camille took a shower first.

At 10:30, Ayan hadn't come back to the bedroom yet. Camille had beenusing her phone for quite a while and chatting with Sienna, feeling likeshe was about to doze off. She hesitated for a moment before gettingout of bed.

She walked from her bedroom directly to the study door, paused at theentrance, and then raised her hand to knock.

From behind the door, Ayan's voice sounded slowly, “The door isn'tlocked, come in."

Camille pushed the door open and entered. Ayan was sitting at thedesk, his gaze fixed on the computer in front of him. With Camille'sentry, his eyes shifted to her.

As he shifted his gaze, he also pushed his chair back, and his deepeyes looked at Camille. He asked, “Is Timmy asleep?"

Camille stared into his eyes without blinking, making a low affirmativesound. Then, she asked in a soft voice, "Are you not done yet?"

“I'm almost done. Go rest first, okay?"

His voice was low and husky.

Camille didn't move, just continued to gaze at him. After a moment ofsilence, she mumbled, "Are you upset?"

Her voice sounded a bit anxious and a hint of worry was evident.

Ayan was initially taken aback and then a faint smile curved his lips. Histhin lips, marked by a faint arc, made his voice incredibly gentle as heasked, "You're really concerned about whether I'm upset?”

Before Camille could answer, he reached out and grabbed her hand,pulling her into his embrace. He settled her onto his lap, his strongarms wrapping around her.

Camille naturally hooked her arms around his neck. His warmth was soclose that she instinctively straightened her posture, feeling a bit tense.She didn't dare to stare directly into his eyes but kept her voice soft asshe spoke, "So, are you upset or not?"

"If I were upset, what would you do?"

He countered her question with a question.

Camille earnestly thought about it for a while and then calmly said,"Then I'll try to cheer you up, is that okay?"

"How would you cheer me up?"

His tone was inquisitive.

Her eyelashes quivered slightly, she tilted her head and thought for amoment. Then, she leaned towards him and lightly kissed his lips,barely brushing them. Her voice was gentle and teasing as she asked,"Is this okay?"

Her gaze held a hint of charm, leaving Ayan momentarily stunned. HisAdam's apple bobbed slightly, and he narrowed his deep gaze. Hisvoice, both low and husky, sounded, "Is that all? Am I really so easilyappeased?"

“Is this not enough?”

"What if I say it's not enough?"

He had a slightly dissatisfied expression, leaving Camille unsure ofwhat to do.

She pursed her lips and repeated her action, asking again, "Is thisenough?"

"Not good.”

"You..."

“If I can't be appeased by you, then I'll have to appease myself, right?"He chuckled softly, his deep eyes narrowing a little. His voice was deepand captivating, "Right? Is that OK?"

Although he asked if Camille thought it was acceptable, he didn't waitfor her response. Instead, he lifted her chin with one hand, tilted herface up, and kissed her directly.

His actions were dominant and forceful, leaving no room for refusal.But a single kiss was far from enough for Ayan. He wanted more thanjust a kiss.

Subsequently, the scene transitioned from the study to the bedroom.Camille couldn't bring herself to face it directly, and the process was toointense for her to resist.

This continued until an unknown time, and by the time Camille couldfinally close her eyes to sleep, the sky was already starting to lighten.The consequence of this night was that Camille slept through until noonthe next day. She felt like she had been dismantled and reassembled,utterly exhausted.

However, Ayan always emerged from such encounters looking radiant,while Camille felt as if she had been devoured.

She couldn't help but feel that it wasn't very fair.

Camille got up from the bed. Ayan was no longer at home. He had left anote on the bedside table with his spirited handwriting: “I've gone to theoffice. Stay home and rest today. I'll take you and Timmy out for dinnertonight.”

Camille glanced at the note and then put on her shoes to freshen up.She changed her clothes and went downstairs. Timmy and the nannywere out for lessons, so the house was quiet.

The nanny brought her a warm meal as soon as she saw her gettingup, saying, "Mrs. Simpson, Mr. Simpson instructed me to warm up thismeal for you before he left. Have something to eat to fill your stomach,and you can have lunch later."

Camille nodded and thanked her before the nanny returned to thekitchen. Camille sat down and picked up the chopsticks, although shedidn't have much appetite. She was tired, not really sleepy, just drainedand weary.

Camille leaned against the sofa, and her phone, placed beside her,suddenly rang.