My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1474 Dissipate

Chapter 1474 Dissipate

Camille, of course, couldn't wait here for Ayan. After withdrawing her gaze, she let the driver drive away directly.

On the way, Camille's mood was a bit low, and she couldn't help but have some scattered thoughts and reactions. She squinted her eyes, keeping a cold face and remaining silent.

She did not reveal any more emotions.

Back at Franklin Bay, it was already dinner time. Camille didn't have much of an appetite, but she carefully thought about it. It was better not to speculate about people and things she didn't understand. If she really wanted to know who that woman was and why they were meeting, she could ask Ayan when he came back.

Camille took a deep breath and then put down her bag and went straight to the restaurant.

She was someone who easily got lost in her thoughts, especially after seeing certain things, she would immediately have uncontrollable thoughts. She knew it wasn't good, but she couldn't control it, so it was terrible.

Dinner was supposed to be for Camille and Ayan, so there was quite a lot of food, enough for two people. But now it was just her eating, so naturally she couldn't finish all this food.

Eating alone was boring, so she asked the housekeeper to accompany her.

Sitting with the housekeeper in the spacious dining room, the atmosphere was naturally somewhat overly silent.

The housekeeper was observant, and every move of Camille's made her question, but she was not one to be nosy or without boundaries, so she asked tentatively, "Is tonight's food not to your liking?"

Camille: "No, it's fine."

It was what she and Ayan usually liked to eat.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "I see, it's because Ayan isn't at home, you have no appetite, right?"

Camille just smiled lightly, her eyes already giving away her feelings.

The housekeeper said, "When he comes back later, he will accompany you for a supper. How about having sour soup prawn balls tonight? I've made fresh prawn balls this afternoon."

Camille's face still had a faint smile. She nodded and agreed, but it seemed she wasn't very interested.

Camille was full after eating half a bowl of rice, and she didn't eat much of the dishes. She told the housekeeper that she wanted to save her stomach for supper.

The housekeeper said, "If you're bored, call Ayan. He'll definitely be happy."

The housekeeper knew quite a bit about Camille's relationship with Ayan, just like the Simpson family. She knew the two were together without any emotions. It used to be a cold courtesy, but now it had become a loving couple.

She hoped the two of them could get better together.

Perhaps it was because of the housekeeper's words that stirred something in Camille's heart, so after dinner, she went straight back to her room, took her phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and

then called Ayan directly.

He answered, saying he would come back to accompany her for a walk since she had already eaten.

Camille pursed her lips, waiting for him to pick up. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The next second, his voice came through the phone, low and husky, saying, "Had your dinner?"

"Yeah, what about you? When are you coming back?" she asked.

Ayan said, "I'm about to finish up. Waiting for me for a while, hm?"

"Yeah, hurry up, it's getting dark. Where are you socializing?" The last sentence was something she asked after thinking about it repeatedly.

Ayan didn't hide anything in his reply. He truthfully told her the location, which Camille saw him enter.

Camille instantly felt relieved and natural, scolding herself for overthinking.

Camille didn't ask any more questions, just reminded him to come back early and ended the call.

Camille waited at home for about an hour when Ayan finally came back.

When he came back, she was lying on the balcony of the bedroom staring blankly.

She didn't react to the sound of footsteps until she heard the man's voice slowly saying, "Camille?"

She didn't respond, staying silent, waiting for him to find her.

Ayan glanced at the bathroom and didn't see anyone, then walked straight to the balcony.

Seeing her lying silently in the chair, her eyes looking directly at him, the two locked eyes and stared at each other.

He asked, "Why didn't you respond to me?"

Camille chuckled softly, "I wanted you to find me!"

Ayan walked to her, bent down, and lightly pinched her chin, kissing her gently. He said, "Get up, let's go for a walk."

He insisted on accompanying Camille for a walk whenever he had the time, wanting to improve her physical fitness and resistance, wanting her to be healthier. If he didn't walk with her, she wouldn't have any exercise all day.

She didn't move, but extended her hand for him to pull her up.

Ayan held her hand without pulling her up directly but hugged her waist, asking, "What did you have for dinner?"

Camille mentioned the name of the dishes, then said, "The housekeeper mentioned they made sour soup prawn balls for supper. Will you make them for me?"

Ayan wouldn't refuse, "Sure, I'll make them for you later."

He helped her put on her shoes, then let her down from his embrace, saying, "Let's go, for a walk. I have a meeting later."

Camille asked, "You seem particularly busy today?"

"Yeah, a bit. There was a problem with a project at Simpson Group, which might involve legal issues, so I'm a bit busy."

"Were you also dealing with this during dinner?"

"Yeah." Ayan held her hand as they walked downstairs together, then the two of them went for a walk hand in hand.

Camille had the answers she wanted, so all the shadows in her heart dissipated instantly.

Her smile brightened, and her tone and attitude when speaking to Ayan became more relaxed and comfortable.

After their walk, when they returned home, Ayan prepared to go to the study to deal with work matters.

But before that, he briefly mentioned the Armstrong family to Camille, saying, "Let's hold a press conference tomorrow morning. I'll have Kian contact the press. It doesn't need to be too grand, just enough to spread the news. The address will be at the Armstrong family's mansion. What do you think?"

"Sounds good, let's follow your arrangement." She didn't understand, so she naturally listened to Ayan.

The press conference was to announce that her uncle had adopted his son to the Armstrong family, and it was sure to receive quite a bit of backlash and discussion. During this time, Camille had to handle changing her surname properly, without giving the other side any chance of regret.

Camille also had another plan, but it was not urgent at the moment. She would carry it out after this matter settled.

These uncles liked wealth and connections, right? They wanted to climb the social ladder, right?

She would oblige them.