My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 955: Letting Go

Chapter 955: Letting Go

Ayan chuckled, holding her hand. "You're already asking me when I'llbe back? You can't bear to see me go?"

Camille remained silent; in moments like these, it was best not to sayanything.

If she admitted to missing him, Ayan would probably tease her nexttime.

So, it was better to stay quiet.

Without a response from Camille, Ayan continued to press, "Are youtrying to tell me you won't miss me?"

Camille let out a light hum, still not giving any answers.

In the next moment, he reached out and gently lifted her chin. His deepeyes fixed on her, a hint of a smile playing on his thin lips. His voiceturned tender as he asked, "Not going to speak?"

Forced to look up at him, Camille met his gaze head-on, wearing adisgruntled expression. "I don't want to talk.”

"Good girl. Tell me, will you miss me?" He persisted, showing no signsof giving up.

Camille furrowed her brows and replied impatiently, "You're soannoying!"

These words held no anger; instead, they carried a hint of playfulness,causing Ayan to instinctively narrow his eyes. His throat moved, and hisvoice took on a husky tone. "Trying to seduce me, are you?"

Sensing something amiss, Camille tried to sit up straight, herexpression turning serious. However, Ayan didn't give her a chance tomove. He held her shoulders firmly, not allowing her to escape. Camilleimmediately reached out to push him, her voice tinged with urgency,"Stop... Let go of me. Let's talk.”

Observing her anxious expression, Ayan's smile deepened, and hisvoice, now tinged with laughter, said, "Scared? If you're scared, don'tseduce me. Let's have a good conversation. Tell me, will you missme?"

"What does it matter if I miss you? Are you planning to carry me aroundin your pocket?" She pursed her lips.

He seemed to consider it a good idea and instinctively asked, "Howabout you come with me?"

Camille hesitated for a moment, then heard him say, "But it might betiring on the road. Forget it, stay at home."

The two of them shifted the conversation back to Mr. and Mrs. Bell'smatter. Ayan said, "Mr. and Mrs. Bell are completely under Mr.Mikkola's control now. If they don't cut off this situation soon, theconsequences could be disastrous. If they don't take action now, theymight never be able to shake off Mr. Mikkola."

"What's the background of that Mikkola?"

"He developed his career abroad and started with publicity. He has a lotof experience in this area and has cooperated with many foreigncompanies.” Ayan had only done a brief check on Mr. Mikkola; as longas his identity didn't pose any special threats to him and the SimpsonGroup, he didn't want to dig too deep. He wasn't an all-powerful person,and checking Mikkoka's history when he was abroad was a bit hard. Ofcourse, all of this was under the premise that Mr. Mikkola didn'tendanger his and the Simpson Group's interests.

Currently, Mr. Mikkola wasn't just exerting control over Mr. and Mrs.Bell; there was a clear indication that he wanted to interfere even more,and Ayan could sense it.

Ayan's face grew serious; this matter needed to be resolved quickly.Otherwise, when Preston regained his strength, he didn't want to wastehis efforts on other matters.

Camille nodded in agreement. She asked, "With Mr. and Mrs. Bell'sstatus and position, are they really willing to be constantly threatened?"Ayan just smiled; this wasn't something he needed to worry about, sohe didn't provide an answer.

At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Bell, who had just returned to the hotel,discussed the events of the night.

Mr. Bell's expression was somewhat cold as he looked at Mrs. Bell."Maybe tomorrow, you should talk to Camille. It might be easier topersuade Ayan from her side than directly talking to him."

“I don't plan to talk to Camille," Mrs. Bell refused without hesitation. "Ifelt sorry to Camille for last time, so I won't turn to her again.”

“If you don't talk to her, Ayan won't cooperate with us, and Mr. Mikkolawill keep tightening his grip on us."

"At this point, can't we just let things take their course between us?"Mrs. Bell questioned, her expression challenging.

Mr. Bell's face immediately showed signs of excitement, and he wasdetermined. "No, we need this project to establish a firm footing inHance. Our reputation can't be ruined because of this incident. We'veworked for so many years. Do we have to let it all go to waste becauseof this small matter?"

Mr. Bell approached Mrs. Bell, his brow furrowed. His voice was lowand deep as he spoke, "Although we're no longer husband and wife,our relationship is deeper than that. We're family, friends, andconfidants. We're going to walk a long road together. I don't want anyaccidents at this point.”

Mrs. Bell remained silent, her expression unreadable. Mr. Bell couldn'tdiscern her thoughts; they were hidden behind an indifferent facade.Mr. Bell spoke at length, sighing heavily, and tentatively asked, "Areyou still blaming me?"

Finally, Mrs. Bell reacted, her gaze turning icy. She replied, "Blameyou? How could I blame you?"

Mr. Bell sensed her change in attitude and her cold, distant gaze. "I...""Once this project is over, I'll withdraw from the charity foundation. Atthat time, I'll hand over the entire foundation to you. I won't ask foranything. I'm tired, and I don't want to continue exhausting myself.""You want to withdraw?" Mr. Bell was excited. "I don't agree.”

“It's not up to you. It's my own decision. We can't deceive each otherforever. If... do you think we can keep it a secret?”

Mrs. Bell's tone carried accusation, frustration, and irritation. She gazedat Mr. Bell with a cold and distant look, devoid of any love or emotion,only coldness.

Mr. Bell didn't speak. It was getting late, and Mrs. Bell walked towardthe bedroom. She said, "I'll talk to Camille about it. I'm not sure if it willwork, but since you've chosen Mr. Mikkola, be prepared.”

Mrs. Bell returned to her room. She had always portrayed herself as agentle, dignified, and magnanimous woman in front of everyone, butshe didn't want others to see her this way. She didn't want to be seenas someone like this because the pretense was too exhausting.

She gazed out of the dark window, letting out a self-deprecating laugh.She murmured softly to herself, "Am I a failure?"

This night, she hardly slept. She pondered many things and eventuallyhad to reconcile with herself.

The process was undoubtedly tough.

But she had to continue alone in the end, as only she would be her owncompanion.

Early the next morning, Ayan and Camille were ready to leave around5:30 a.m.

Kian was waiting outside in the car. Camille accompanied him outside,and Kian took his luggage and placed it in the trunk. Camille whispered,"Safety first. Don't put yourself in danger.”

"Alright, I know." He gently stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on theforehead before getting into the car.

Camille watched as Kian drove away from Franklin Bay, her gazelingering.

Ayan's trip with Kian to Fola was a secret known only to the three ofthem, so Rex came over at around 7:30 a. m.

He said, "I'm planning to play basketball with Ayan, Derek, and Tomas.We haven't hung out together for a while. It's a good time for everyone.Can you ask Ayan to come down?"

Camille replied, "He can't make it."

"Why can't he make it?"

"He's gone to the office,” Camille said in a hushed tone.

Rex raised an eyebrow, preparing to make a call, but Camilleinstinctively stopped him. She then typed a message on her phone andhanded it to Rex, saying, "The company has a project to handle, so heleft early. He probably won't be back until late at night."

Rex nodded and cooperated, saying, "Alright, I'll call him later.”"Okay."

Although there were no outsiders at home, it was necessary to playalong and avoid accidentally revealing anything.

Rex didn't stay long, and after their conversation, he left.

Camille took a deep breath, ready to send Timmy to daycare and thenhead to the office.

However, just as she was about to leave, her phone rang.

It was Mrs. Bell calling.

Camille was briefly taken aback before answering the call, saying,"Hello?"

Mrs. Bell's soft voice came through the phone, "Cami, are you at homeor at the office? Can I come see you?"