My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1204: Control

Chapter 1204: Control

“It was only today when she confessed at the police station that everything was orchestrated by me that I saw her true colors, Cami. I didn't deceive you; everything I said was true. You have to believe me." “I know you have misunderstandings about me now, and no matter what I say, you probably won't believe it. But I still want to say one thing: all of this is Eileen's personal actions, and I have nothing to do with it. I am now implicated by Eileen and manipulated by Ayan. Why are they so coordinated and cooperative? Isn't that worth contemplating? Do you really believe everything is just a coincidence?" "What do you mean then?" Camille asked indifferently.

Preston sensed an opportunity and quickly continued, “I don't mean anything. I'm just afraid you're being deceived because everything that's happening now has made me deeply worried. Cami, it's too dangerous for you to stay by his side alone. I'm afraid he might harm you!"

"He would harm me?" Camille found it amusing and asked, "Why would he harm me?"

"Because of Eileen, do you really think he would send Eileen to the police station because of this incident? I'm afraid that won't happen. Perhaps all of this is just an illusion.”

“But you're not him. Why are you so certain?" Camille asked coldly. Preston replied, "I understand men, and I understand Ayan. He has a sense of loyalty towards Eileen. How could he possibly send her to the police station over this?"

Camille pursed her lips and remained silent, which made Preston somewhat uneasy. He didn't know if Camille was really listening or not. Because Camille didn't respond, Preston worriedly asked, "Cami, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I'm listening. Go on!"

"Cami, I don't mean to sow discord between you. I just don't want you to be deceived. You... it wouldn't hurt to be more cautious.”

"Alright, I understand."

Camille cooperatively agreed, which caught Preston off guard.

The atmosphere fell quiet, and this silence made Preston increasingly uncomfortable. He didn't want it to be like this; he hoped Camille would refute his words, giving him an opportunity to ask if Ayan had said anything to her.

With so many things happening, Preston hoped Camille didn't know, but at the same time, he wanted her to know a little bit.

Perhaps it was because he could use this opportunity to sow discord between Camille and Ayan while gathering some information from Camille's mouth.

But now he found himself in a dilemma, and the more he thought about it, the more complicated his mood became.

This continued for quite a while until Camille spoke up, "Are you done talking? Is there anything else you want to say? If not, I might have to hang up because he's back."

After Camille finished speaking, Preston didn't object, so Camille didn't ask any further questions. Without saying anything, she simply hung up the phone.

After ending the call with Preston, Camille let out a deep sigh. She lightly pursed her lips, her expression not looking good. She sat on the sofa without any intention to move. The housekeeper came out of the kitchen and saw her sitting there, unable to help but ask, "Mrs. Simpson, weren't you going to bring fruit tea to Mrs. Simpson? Why are you back so soon?"

The housekeeper asked and then noticed the fruit tea on the coffee table. Camille also snapped out of her thoughts and said, "I'll go later.” The housekeeper nodded, "Alright, I'll put it in the refrigerator to chill. It'll taste even better later.”

"Okay," Camille replied softly.

Camille continued sitting on the sofa without getting up. Her face looked quite unpleasant because Preston's phone call completely eradicated the little bit of affection she had left for him.

Camille didn't know how long she had been sitting there until Ayan returned and saw her sitting there in a daze. He walked up to her but she didn't react at all. Ayan instinctively narrowed his eyes and sat down next to Camille, reaching out to hold her waist and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

Camille snapped out of her thoughts and was slightly startled. She subconsciously looked at Ayan, her expression somewhat dazed, and asked, "When did you come back?"

“I've been back for several minutes now, but you didn't react when I called you. What were you thinking?" Ayan replied.

Camille was deeply lost in thought, especially as she recalled her years of interaction with Preston and his numerous dismissive and manipulative actions towards her. The more she thought about it, the darker her expression became. She looked up at Ayan, met his eyes, and took the initiative to reach out and encircle his waist with her hand. She said, "Preston called me just now."

"Oh? What did he tell you?" Ayan asked.

"Guess," Camille teased, burying herself in his chest.

Ayan's face remained calm, but his black and white eyes flickered with a hint of coldness. He asked, "Did he tell you not to trust me and to be cautious? Did he say that I must have ulterior motives with Eileen, otherwise Eileen wouldn't stand by my side to falsely accuse him?" Most of it was correct.

Camille looked up at Ayan and said, "You really understand him. If someone didn't know, they might think you two were good friends!" "He's deluding himself,” Ayan sneered, his eyes filled with disdain, which made Camille unable to help but laugh.

The two of them locked eyes like this, and Camille's gaze wavered with a desire to speak but hesitated. She didn't directly speak until Ayan asked, "Do you have something to say?"

Camille pursed her lips and said in a low, deep voice, "Is Preston's current situation within your control?"

Camille asked seriously, without any hint of inquiry, but rather with certainty.

She stared at Ayan without blinking, and Ayan gave a faint smile, lightly pinching Camille's chin. His black and white eyes were full of fondness as he said, "You really do understand me. Nothing can be hidden from you anymore, huh? Looks like I'll have to be more careful from now on, or else you'll see through me completely!"

"So don't ever lie to me. I'll see through it instantly and won't hesitate to expose you. You better be careful,” Camille threatened in a serious tone, though her threat was meant in a playful manner.

From last night until now, the atmosphere had been somewhat heavy due to the many things that had happened. Every step had to be taken carefully, as one wrong step would never lead to the current outcome. Camille looked at Ayan calmly and asked, "So where is Preston now?" "He's in an orphanage in the suburbs. Kian is still investigating the connection between him and the orphanage, but there's no result yet. So for now, I don't know what their relationship is,” Ayan calmly replied, mentioning that Kian hadn't provided any updates yet.