My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 985: Compromise

Chapter 985: Compromise

Camille pressed her lips together, and her face appeared slightly paleand rigid.

Observing her nervousness and agitation, Ayan couldn't help but smilefaintly. Especially in her current state, Ayan was tempted to tease her.He said, "Don't understand what I'm saying?"

Camille furrowed her brows tightly and naturally refused to answer.Because Ayan always set traps, and she had no intention of falling intoone.

Seeing her guarded expression, Ayan couldn't help but chuckle, and hedidn't have any intention of holding back his words. He said, "Sincewe're still married, should I stay here?"

See, she knew this man was full of traps.

Camille sighed silently, her expression cold and indifferent as shelooked at Ayan. She said, "So you want to stay, right?"

Ayan raised an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant by asking that way,but he responded, "Hmm, can 1?"

Camille smiled thinly and said, "Of course, why wouldn't you be ableto?"

Her attitude and response instantly made Ayan sense that there wasmore to her words. In the next moment, she spoke again in a calmtone, “Then stay, I'll go next door and replace Sienna, okay?"

She raised an eyebrow, mimicking his usual tone and mannerisms,leaving Ayan momentarily speechless with no room for retort.

His deep gaze remained fixed on her, not knowing how to respond.They locked eyes for several seconds, and then Ayan's voice finallybroke the silence, speaking softly, “It's getting late. It wouldn't beappropriate to disturb someone abruptly. I'll watch you go inside andthen leave."

This was a compromise.

But what else could he do?

If he insisted on staying, Camille was likely to go next door and staywith Sienna.

He was quite sure Camille was capable of doing that.

With a sigh of resignation in his heart, he watched Camille get out ofthe car. Then he heard her gentle words, "Drive safely. Goodbye!"Ayan nodded gently, and his eyes never left Camille.

At this moment, she asked, "Ayan, you won't be angry, will you?"Ayan just paused, his deep gaze slightly narrowed. He replied in agentle tone, “No, I won't."

"That's good then," Camille smiled without a hint of emotion. Shewaved at Ayan, then turned and walked into the villa's entrance.

Ayan only drove away after she had entered the villa.

The sound of the car engine gradually faded in Camille's hearing until itdisappeared completely. She then walked into the house.

Camille went straight upstairs to her bedroom. The reason she hadthreatened Ayan not to stay over was simply because she didn't want tolet herself soften.

Although she had initially been prepared for divorce and genuinelywanted to stop loving him, she had made all the preparations. Yet hehad repeatedly delayed the divorce, and after he found out about thechild, he firmly refused to divorce. Even now, she still wanted toseparate from him. She didn't want to compromise herself for the sakeof the child. She believed that both she and Ayan could provide thechild with one hundred percent love, and a bad marriage would set abad example for the child.

Camille had persistently pursued a divorce.

During this period, she had wavered countless times, and manycircumstances had pointed towards divorce. Especially during the timewhen she was about to give birth to Timmy, she genuinely believed thatseparating from Ayan would be the best outcome for them. Even aftershe had given birth to Timmy, she had insisted on divorce, and it wasthe only condition she set.

So, now that Camille knew they hadn't divorced at all, a sense ofunwillingness and discomfort began to creep into her heart. That feelinghad infiltrated her pores and bloodstream, and even though they wereon the path to reconciliation, the feeling was different for Camille.

She couldn't quite describe it, but she knew that if she and Ayanremained in the current situation, they would face future problems andpotentially significant cracks in their relationship. That's why she didn'twant to waver or compromise.

Early the next morning, Ayan arrived at Franklin Bay. After sendingCamille home last night, he had informed Kian that he wouldn't becoming to the office this morning. They had a whole morning to dealwith the divorce proceedings.

Ayan drove straight into the villa's garage. He got out of the car andentered the house. Camille hadn't come down yet, but the maid wasbusy preparing breakfast.

Seeing Ayan, she quickly greeted him, "Sir, have you had breakfast?"Ayan shook his head, "Not yet."

"Breakfast will be ready soon. Mrs. Simpson said she wanted to havemillet porridge this morning, along with the air-shipped duck eggs fromthe mangroves. She's been craving them for a while!" The housekeepersaid with a smile.

Ayan's expression remained gentle, and he directed his gaze towardsthe staircase. He spoke in a mild tone, "Has she not woken up yet?""She's up. She said she'd change her clothes before coming down."Ayan nodded and didn't ask further questions. The housekeeper wenton to prepare some side dishes.

Ayan walked to the sofa in the living room, sitting down quietly. Hedidn't have any intention of disturbing Camille. He sat like that for overten minutes until he heard faint footsteps coming down the stairs.Camille hadn't noticed him, so she started walking towards the diningroom after descending from the stairs. She was wearing a light bluefloral maxi dress, and even from her back, she looked exceptionallyelegant and beautiful today.

Ayan's gaze had been fixed on her from the moment she descendedthe stairs, observing her every move. He slightly narrowed his eyesand, in a low, hoarse voice, asked, "What's with this attire?"

Camille's sudden stop in her tracks and her rigid posture caught Ayan'sattention. She halted, turned around to look at him, and their gazesmet, her soft, inviting eyes meeting his deep ones.

Camille didn't show any unease, instead, she maintained hercomposure. She walked over to Ayan, one step at a time, as ifdeliberately enchanting him and rendering him unable to look away.She stopped in front of Ayan, her eyes gentle and affectionate, and hervoice soft, "Why are you up so early?"

Ayan didn't reply, his gaze still fixed on her. There was even a hint ofscrutiny in his eyes as he asked, "You got up quite early, I assume.You've dressed so formally. If I didn't know better, I'd think you weregetting married today, not getting divorced!"

Camille couldn't miss the sarcastic tone in his words, but she pretendednot to understand. She pursed her lips into a straight line and narrowedher eyes slightly with a teasing smile. She replied, "I just dressed a bitmore formally than usual. Besides, I feel that I should take this matterseriously.”

"Is that so?" He asked with a playful tone, his face showing obviousdispleasure. He added, "Let's have breakfast first. I'm hungry.”Camille nodded, then joined Ayan as they headed to the dining room.They sat across from each other, and it had been days since they hadbreakfast together. Camille, facing her favorite dishes, had quite theappetite. She enjoyed a bowl and a half of millet porridge, an air-shipped duck egg, and some side dishes. Her evident relish for themeal didn't go unnoticed by Ayan.

Ayan furrowed his brows, put down his chopsticks, and in a casualtone, he said, "You seem to have a good appetite.”

His tone held a hint of displeasure, and it was hard not to notice.Camille, having finished her meal, wiped her mouth with a napkin. Sheblinked her bright eyes and gently asked, "Ayan, are you in a badmood?"